Jessica climbed the wall to sit on it, finding not being on the floor slightly more reassuring. Apparently it was story time, and she propped her chin on her fist. 'Made the mistake of growing attached', please, she thought with a flat snort and rolled her eyes when he couldn't see. Did he 'accidentally' fall into Namora's bed too?
"Well, that's great, they only stole my identity and livelihood and left me with a shitty case of shellshock. That changes everything." She clapped her hands in a tada gesture. "I bet if you return to Earth now that we've clarified that, there won't be a dozen hate and bash-sites for Spider-woman, Clint'll be out of a coma, and I won't scream in my sleep anymore. Just like that."