"Sure," Jessica answered immediately, not waiting for that question to marinate at all. Whatever kept Colleen comfortable. She could even flash her license if she knew where it had gone... At least she could let that search look like it was for a business card, and a pen to write the phone number that...Colleen already had. Didn't she say she had left a message? She took the chance to note underneath 'text' to avoid that situation again and make this seem like a reasonable use of time. "Bring any information you can, any report about that bombing, what your dad has to do with this..." she suggested as she passed the card over. Of course, Jessica wasn't going to waste time between now and the next encounter, she was going to find out exactly who this Colleen was and what kind of beef she had with the mob exactly, but what Colleen chose to tell her could be illuminating in itself. She was alarmingly well-possessed for someone who's family had been attacked and robbed, had her house blown up, and had been turned away from all other avenues of assistance. Jessica didn't like it. It was optimistic.