It surprised Nick that she was actually opening up to him and he thought, in some weird way, that it was because of Bart. Nick reached over to absently scratch under the cat's chin while he listened to Drew reluctantly confide in him. When she was finished he leaned forward, elbows on the table, to meet her gaze and begin what would be an earnest speech. "Jessica, you have been through more shit than anyone's got any right to go through. And you're gonna go through more shit, because that's just how life goes for some people, they can never catch a break. And it really fucking sucks. It's okay to be upset about it, it's okay to be angry. You feel hopeless about it now, sure, but in the end nobody can do anything about it but you. Nobody can fix it but you." He sat back from the table and took a swig of his drink. "And I don't mean by acting out self-destructively," Nick added with a small wry smile. "You're a survivor Jessica Drew, I know you are, and you can't let this beat you."