Jessica sighs. "Siv, I might be the wrong person to be asking. When I'm feeling... particularly defeated, I clam up and I want to be alone. It's... I like to think, and feel, without... being badgered about it. Explore it in my own time. When I'm ready, I come out." A shrug, she eats. "Not to say I get to do that. But that's what I like."