"I'll get back to you on that," she answered, her attention forcibly taken by Bart, whose passion was obviously to get fur on her face. "I don't understand this one's obsession," she mumbled, picking the cat up and giving him back to Nick, just so she could wipe her face with the back of her hand before he came back and assaulted her with more affection. Jessica dropped her hand sighed, brow raised as she pouted thoughtfully. What did she care about? Well, Jessica had nothing but time to think about.