<strong>Jessica</strong><br/><br/>Jessica stares at his chicken impression arm with a slight smile before shaking her head as she follows him in a bewildered fog of automatic responses. "No, I don't know anyone who can do stuff like that. What was his name? Maybe he shows up on google, did you try that?"<br/><br/>She picks at her coffee stained shirt with a slight frown of distaste as they reach the car and then holds her hand out for the keys. "We need to drop by my place first, I need some fresh clothes...again."<br/>