Jess watched Luke unhinge his jaw and just inhale the burger without bothering to chew or breathe, expression both impressed at the feat and disturbed that he ate it that fast. "That's going to hit your gut so bad, you'll be griping for an hour," she pointed out helpfully post-inhalation, but her expression shifted to sheer horror. Oh god ew.She really hoped he meant theirs, because at least she could believe that that one got cleaned more often than the burger place's. "That is a valid reason to not text." And puts a new spin on dirty texts. She spat out her soda with that idea and buried her face in her jacket sleeve to muffle the laughing and mop up the mess. Suave.
"Woah, killah, settle. We can't go 'busting some heads' until we know what's actually happening. You'll feel like crap for destroying the local soup kitchen's pantry by accident, right?" She waved at the stakeout and her position for the last how many hours. "PIs rarely crack heads and kick down doors. We are hired to find the dirt and hand it over to the people to do the head busting thing." If said PI was stupidly impulsive and prone to making trouble when she saw it, well, sometimes that people really paid for. She again looked at him in horror when she saw the phone. "...We can probably throw that into the warehouse and knock out like five people. Remind me to gift him a less shitty phone."