Blinking slowly as her lips formed a straight line, Trish nodded humorlessly at her friend's drunken display of bravado. Not only was she jealous of being able to say that and really believe it, she also thought that a lock was preferable to the subconscious warning state that the possibility of an easy break-in brought with it.
Looking down at herself, Trish shrugged. "I had a weird extra-curricular."
As she was about to follow that statement with the reason for said extra-curricular and the gains it brought, Jess mentioned Kilgrave and Trish scoffed. "Like I keep tabs on that lunatic. I thought that was your burden. Speaking of which, what's with the scaffolding crime scene outside? You know anything about it? Anyway,"
Trish pulled the folder with the hospital records from her bag and closed the space between herself and Jessica's desk. In one swift move she dropped it in front of Jess and leaned her hip into the desk. "Your hospital records from the accident."