The strong woman. Jessica would have taken that explanation of herself over some of the more "colorful" varieties she had received along with her powers. Powers people might have considered gifts, but powers that Jessica always felt on the fence about. On one hand, no one would mess with her unless they wanted to keep their limps and well their lives. She was strong enough to do quite a bit of damage if she wanted to and, like her mother although to a far lesser extent, she had a temper that could be detrimental to someone who just happened to end up on the wrong side of it...as well as herself. After her mother died, Jessica sought to keep a greater sense of control over it because there was no way in hell she wanted to end up like that or maybe more so that monster than she already was. So far, being here, it hadn't flared up or reared it's horrible, fury head, but that could change in an instant. It all depended on circumstance.
Powers and anger issues were far from the forefront of her mind at the moment though. All she was focused on was the conversation to come and the knowledge it could bring along with it. Knowledge that, in all honesty, Jessica was not entirely sure she wished to know, but it was information that she felt she needed to know and that changed everything. There was no getting around that and honestly, if Jessica had to pick someone she could put her trust in, it would be Natasha. Outside of the obvious fact that she was an Avenger, they both shared a sense of loss in a way, of a hardship of life that not many others could relate to. That and they were all each other had from their world. That on its own tended to bond people together here.
The comment earned the other woman a smirk and Jessica shrugged her shoulders. "I figured if we were going to do the whole 'sharing and caring bit' it sound at least be over a decent bottle of whiskey. God knows we will probably need it if this conversation goes anywhere in particular that I think it will," Jessica replied. She should have said know because she did know it was going to go a way in which both of them were probably going to be indulging in that bottle of whiskey pretty quickly into all of it. Not that Jessica ever needed an excuse to drink-her entire life was a validated excuse in her opinion. Not Trish's though, but Jessica had vowed that she would stop caring about Trish, lock her out of her life, and being the future had guaranteed that even if she found herself missing the blond once and a while.
Unscrewing the top, Jessica poured Natasha a decent amount and held it out to her before adding a decent dosage to her own glass. "Consider it on the house," she added after a moment. Investigations for SadTech did not pay too shabby and Jessica was far from complaining about the wage. At least no one had asked her to kill the person she was investigating yet. Maybe that was the next big surprise to come her way. It was a problem for another night.