What did she think? Hm. Jessica took the beverage with thanks and sat herself at the edge of the bed, eyes focused in on the perspiring droplets tumbling down the glass bottle while she organized her answer. "It's growing on me." Her Corona was then brought to her lips. "Different. Way out of my realm, but that's not a bad thing," Jessica assured him with a soft smile. "I'm just used to doing things independently. I've always found working alone to be less problematic. I didn't have to deal with people and the conflict that would inevitably transpire." She chuckled, trusting Clint to understand what she meant by that. "It's no big secret that my pheromones are a factor behind my reasoning, but now that I've found a way to nullify them, I feel more okay being apart of the group." At this, she allowed herself to grin. "And less like the troublesome little 'black sheep', if you will." At least Jessica was able to make light of it now.