That wasn't important, was it? The logo was burned into Jessica's brain, sure, but so was every bullshit detail that built people into who they were. Like this bullshit detail that Doctor Bruce Banner offered, the one that said, 'hi, I have control issues and all of my marriages will end in messy divorce'. He might as well have said that, less words. "Is that where you really want to go?" Jessica suggested. If this poor sap was getting out of here with any luck, he was going to have to give the topic wide berth. Women could sense that kind of crazy, that one wasn't even just her. "Do you want some advice?" she decided was her calling here. Just right now, at this table, with this guy. Otherwise, the misguided could get fucked. "Stick to sexier topics, like booze, cars even if you're not into them, these chicks probably won't know the difference, you really into stars? Shit, constellations are a panty-soaker."