Right. "Then something is definitely wrong," she muttered, shooing the cat out of her face. Like babies, Jessica didn't have much of an affinity for fluffy critters. She didn't like them, they (usually) didn't like her, and that suit her just fine. Straightening up on her barstool, she chose to ignore Nick's comment about Wanda and considered Bart with a raised brow, then looked to Nick expectantly. "Well? Tell him to stop."