Jessica grimaced. "Maybe he's broken." That would be one more thing they had in common. She took her water and sat back against her chair, away from the cat's distasteful affection. At least Bart's showy behavior defused the tension, and after a while she grudgingly rewarded him by scratching his ear. Her eyes flitted up to Nick, then back down again, every terrible thing she'd been momentarily distracted from floating back up to the surface.
"It's been a difficult week. A difficult year. And it's finally caught up to me," she confessed. "All my memories have come back, and I've been reliving the worst of them. It wears on me. Like HYDRA's still got their claws in deep, and no matter where I go, I'm trapped. Trapped in this city, trapped in my own mind. I'm running in circles." Getting caught was starting to feel inevitable, HYDRA so deeply embedded into her existence that it felt like she'd never truly escaped. She didn't expect Nick to understand.