When Jessica works hard, it isn't just to try and keep herself so busy that there's no room in her head for anything else; it's also about money. The booze is expensive even bought bulk, but her shitty apartment is moreso. Honestly, with what she's paying, she could live somewhere way nicer if she just split her bills, but she's willing to pay the extra cash in order to live alone. If asked, she'd say it's because she keeps a crappy schedule. On a bad day, she might say it's because she hates people. Mostly it's just because after growing up with siblings, even a sibling as great as Trish, she needs the space now, for herself.

That's why it's so weird that she offered to let Hope move in. She opened her mouth and the words just... came out.

Kilgrave is dead. So dead, for real dead this time. So it's not about protection. And it's not even about what's best for Hope, who would be better off out of this city altogether. Jessica doesn't want to psychoanalyze what her motivations here are. It's a good deed, right? It's only temporary. It's...

Shit, she'd better clean.

"This everything?" she asks dubiously, looking at the couple of boxes that it didn't even take a moving van to get to her doorstep. Hefts first one, then the other, easily, nudging open the front door with her hip. The place is still a shithole, but she tossed some of the empty bottles and put her dirty panties in a hamper, so that's like, some Ritz-level fancy. "Okay. Welcome, or whatever."