I mean, isn't this where we're supposed to air our grievances? This stool is practically a confessional for people like us, right?

[ his halfhearted grin turns shiteating at her observation. he slaps a five on the counter and curls one big hand around his beer without looking away from her. ]

Yeah? You should see the other guy.

[ a joke in super poor taste considering she probably knows what that means and jessica jones isn't generally down with murder. still. he had to shoot his shot. ]