From Nick's lingering stare to the forced coolness of his voice, Jessica knew what he was really asking. Her gaze briefly flickered sideways to meet his before it was back to the cat's, slightly narrowed. She was not well versed in cat language. "Mm," she answered Nick, thinking she might've inadvertently thrown herself into a staring contest with the fleabag. The situation still wore on her; each day Wanda was missing was another day spent worrying. Wondering if her friend would make it back alive. There was no telling and Jessica couldn't stand not knowing.
"I'd call, but I don't think my phone has Hell coverage," she dryly remarked, giving up this staring war with Bartholomeow. She slowly blinked at him and lifted her glass, shook her head. Jessica hadn't told anyone of Wanda and Daimon's whereabouts until now, and though there was nothing either of them could do at this point, it helped Jessica to share a small piece of the burden.