He was a very good hugger, unsurprising considering his build, but again with the facts that his enemies shouldn't know. "You do that, and yes I do," she smirked and let him out. "See you soon."
And then she had to go create a bloody miracle in about an hour, dropping a dinner on a girl like that! It was when she was actually weighing the pros and cons of a dress (good for the legs, higher chance of villain attack) and slacks (better for fighting in, but more of a business look) that she realized her life could be considered strange. She settled for the dress in the end, and promised herself to hit the first baddie to interrupt dinner good and hard.
With a final dark look at her hair in the mirror, intimidating it to stay up and nice, she slid on her shoes and headed for his place. She knocked on the duplicate of her door for a head's up before opening and entering Luke Cage's place. Resisting the detective's habit of prodding and peeking through things for clues and information, Jessica stuck to walking around the living room area to give him some privacy.