Jessica is instantly gratified by his lingering gaze. So much so that she passes over the opportunity to quibble with him on semantics, and decides to stay on track with her forming plan.

She steps up onto the bottom rail of the stall gate and casually rests her forearms on the top one. Her expression remains neutral, showing nothing of the scheming mind at work behind it.

"Curly will find one," she notes indifferently.