Jessica was in house at S.H.I.E.L.D. when her cell rang. She wasn't doing anything too important, so she slipped her bluetooth into her ear and checked her caller ID.
A smile spread across her face as she clicked it on. "'Lo Dane," Jessica greeted warmly. "To what do I owe the honor of a transatlantic call?" She wasn't worried (although, maybe she should've been, since most of their phone calls had gone poorly) but more curious and perhaps a smidgen hopeful. Hopeful for what she didn't know but such was life.