The message came by way of some UPS driver, "there" to deliver a message instead of the box he was holding for someone else entirely. Figures. And he wanted to meet at a swanky hotel bar just a block outside of Hell's Kitchen. Somewhere that was public because Kilgrave knew how to manipulate her when there was someone there he could control; use as leverage to get what he wanted from her.

Well, he didn't tell the messenger to tell her how to dress, so she wasn't going to doll herself up. Jessica arrives wearing her black leather jacket, faded black tank top jeans and her favorite boots, clunking across the tiled floor until she got to the bar.

She sits two chairs over, eyes on the bartender who's quite visually attached to Kilgrave. Jessica rolls her eyes over to him and gestures back to the man behind the bar.

"Tell him to get me a bottle of bourbon."