Jax had no idea what side Becca was working for, even if it was obvious she was paying attention to things. If Jax was honest, she did her best to avoid asking. She didn't want to know. She just had to keep reminding John of that.
"I would have blown some people out the airlock, if I had to deal with that. I really hate planes." She gave her a sympathetic little toast with the 'inside' comment. "I know the feeling." She took another drink, before turning to look to Becca again.
"We've been dreaming again. Some of the worse ones in memory." Jax reached in her pocket to pull out her pack of smokes, taking one out to roll between her fingers. Damn Chicago's smoke free policy- but they couldn't stop her from the little tick. "I can't help but feel like I should be doing shit. And it's all John's fault.
"Fuck, listen to me. I need... shots, or something. Depressive bullshit."