Jessica stood still as Carol yelled at her, unmoving, and was in the same spot when Carol left. The weight of the discussion, if you wanted to call it one, pressed down on her like lead. "I was in an alien life-pod," she finally answered to an empty room.
It was better this, way, she supposed morbidly. No one'd do a follow-up after that and there wasn't anymore ties to cut. She picked up the beer and headed for the couch, after the shock and the guilt there'd be the angry and the want to punch things. But now was for the crushing quiet.