She's pushing her hair back from the far side of her face when he quite literally steals a kiss. Jess brushes it off with a roll of her eyes, overcompensating for how much it knocks her off balance. Wetting her lips, she goes about getting dressed in the polar opposite fashion. Rising to her feet naked, she plucks clothing from her drawers and yesterday's jeans from the floor -- make that out of the air. She gives a gentle grunt by way of thanks. Semi-sarcastic seeing as one of the legs smacked her in the face.

Once she's decent, she wordlessly heads to the kitchen at the end of the hallway. Jess fills a glass with water and chugs it empty. She contemplates getting a glass for him too but fuck that. Despite how he's acting, he's not her boyfriend. She leaves the cupboard open and he can get one himself if he needs it that bad.

In the office, the tracks down a bottle of Jack and stuffs it into her bag. A hair tie lying on her desk is snatched up and her hair wrangled into a lazy bun. When she's ready to go, grabbing up her jacket, she finally takes stock of where he's at.