Frank watches her with his own lips twitching, and though he's less concerned about acting goofy she's making it almost impossible not to fall in love on the spot. And that's definitely something he doesn't need to do. That sobering thought slowly widdles away his mirth even as he considers her point, trying to picture her working in this very diner.

"Not a chance," he comes down on, realizing just how ridiculous it is, Jessica Jones working as a mindless automaton among the rest. "You'd get bored, wouldn't you?" Get involved, more like. He narrows his eyes as he tries not to draw parallels between them.