Trish knew that look very well, and knew not to contest it or provoke her more. If she could trust Jess not to brutally punch Maximillian's lights out before she could get what she needed out of him, Trish would be happy to tell her about her plan. And bring her along.
"Thank you." Trish replied, managing to keep from sounding as doubtful as she felt about Jessica's trust. She also said nothing about the drinking ritual that seemed to happen before Jessica went to work. It might just be liquid courage on anyone else, though. And apparently they were going right now. At least thee was no time wasted. "Damn. Okay."
Grabbing her bag and coat, Trish made for the door, holding it open for her friend. She let Jessica call the elevator as she put the coat on and grabbed the car keys from its pocket. "Let's figure this out."