[ jessica watches him because... well, he's talking to her obviously, but,... she really watches him, scanning his face and looking at the intensity and the emotion he's putting into what he's saying. she gets the feeling that this isn't all about just her. ]

Kilgrave was personal. I knew what he was capable of and he deserved to die. I don't feel bad about what I did, but I can't say the same about-- [ she slips up, catches herself about to talk about the one thing she swore she'd never bring up again. ] I can't say the same about everyone else.

[ through out all of it, she never broke her gaze away from his. ] You can do things other people can't, but that doesn't make you a monster, either. [ there's a small break, and she turns back to the bar and her drink because this definitely is more emotionally draining then she wants it to be. ] That's not sympathy, so don't get all worked up about it. It's just the harsh reality of this piece of shit world we unfortunately have to exist in.

[ tapping his drink with her glass, she quickly takes another swig. ] Drink up, Frank. It might make you better company to be around.