That made a breath hiccup in Jessica's throat, which instantly made her lungs hurt when she tried to hold it in. The point of this fucking hide and seek shitshow was to distract him from sinking his claws into anyone else, not bash in the brains of some innocent-ish schmuck herself. That definitely sounded like him so close, though, didn't it?
Jessica reoriented, bracing her hands on the ceiling instead and very carefully placing her heels on the top of the vending machine, only for it to start its metallic, squealing protest the moment she started to push. So much more discretion. She shifted to push harder, quickly tipping it enough to send it crashing onto his side across the hallway as she came falling down next to it to bounce up into a sprint with the machine between her and whatever zombie gang Kilgrave had drummed up for himself. She needed to get him alone, she needed a better vantage point.