<div style="text-align: justify;">Jessica nodded when the man said she had nothing to be sorry about. She knew it, at a rational level. The problem was that she wasn’t exactly functioning on a national level right now. Right now, the woman was barely functioning, though she could say some progress had been made. At least, now, she didn’t think she was about to die. That was something. Sitting quietly, the woman watched Carl as he called the police. The world Homicide made her shiver a little. Despite the fact that she knew Mike had been murdered, hearing the word still somehow seemed to make things worse.<br/><br/>While Carl spoke on the phone, she listened with a strange kind of fascination. It all seemed so distant when described by someone that wasn't personally involved in the situation. Despite the fact that it sounded really cold, the woman felt somewhat grateful. She wouldn’t be able to speak clearly even if she tried, so she wasn’t about to complain. Nodding, she sighed when the man said the cops would be there soon. “Thank you”, she murmured quietly.<br/><br/>Despite being practically still on the couch, the woman’s eyes moved quickly, following every move made by the detective. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. It was just her instinct of self-defense kicking in and making sure she was aware of her surroundings. So, before the man could even say anything or present it to her, Jessica had already seen the pistol and tensed.<br/><br/>The way Carl presented it for her to see, though, made the woman relax a bit. She eyed the gun with attention, despite the fact that she had never owned or touched a gun in her life. “No, sir”, she murmured, honestly. “Was it… there?”. After this question, the woman fell silent, eyes locked in the gun as though she felt that stopping watching it would cause her some harm.</div>