[She chuckled when he grimaced at the taste of cheap whiskey]

Sorry, never got a chance to refine my palate. The cheap stuff gets you drunk just as fast and the more you have, the less you notice the taste.

[She finished off her second beer, very pleased that Stephen Strange couldn't see her as the harmless type. She wasn't very tall or particularly ripped like some powered individuals, but she liked to think she projected an image that told everyone else around her to back the fuck up and leave her alone]

Yeah, but like, if I talk like this and smile a lot, everyone just assumes I'm just another dumb pretty white girl.

[Said with a very heavy valley girl accent, which was probably the strangest thing to hear coming from the likes of Jessica Jones]

Hate to break it to you, but pretty blue eyes don't do much for me.

[There was some chemistry between them and hell, it had to be lonely being shacked up with a bunch of dusty books]

Gotta match me tit for tat somehow.