She likes his remark. He isn't imposing any judgement on nightfall, just calling attention to it. Jess enjoys the darkness. Regardless of what happened to her on the street one night, she's immune to fear of the dark. The night has always been hers, no taking back required. Now that her paranoia has plateaued at an all-time high, the ignorance of invisible threats gives her space in her head to relax.

All she knows is that when she cracks her neck and exhales, she feels a couple grams lighter. And that she's hungry.

"How about a walk after food?" she asks, diligently avoiding the word "dinner." Jess turns back toward him, punctuating her question with a drink.