Like she's not hurrying? She won't waste time glaring at him. A bottle of liquor is wedged between lumps of clothing. Jess scoops her jacket off the client chair, as well as her phone on the seat, then returns to her bag to tuck in a second bottle and tug the strap over her shoulder. She stomps towards her boots, which happen to be directly behind him.

"Go ahead, I'm right behind you." Upon shoving her shoes on, she gives her place a quick last look while flicking off the light. Her eyes alight on her fireplace mantle and the camera sitting on top of it. She grabs it and the battery charger stuck into the wall, "packs" them, and hurries out. Her scarf is the last item taken, looped hastily over her head. The key slips into and out of the lock, then under Malcolm's door. In the interest of expediency, she foregoes the elevator and drops to the ground floor through the stairwell.

As she emerges from the building and crosses the street, she pulls hair free from her scarf just to have it whip right into her eyes and mouth. Muttering colorfully, she stows her bag in the truck before clambering in the passenger side.