With a snarl, Jessica pulls the pistol out of her pocket and points it at Trish's head. Everyone in the room stops moving and Jessica feels just a bit more in control, "Or how about he comes out now, before I put a bullet through her skull."
It's Trish who laughs, not even scared, "Jessica, you aren't going to shoot me. No matter how sick you are, I trust you. You won't hurt me."
Quirking her lips slightly, Jessica doesn't speak to Trish, she speaks to the room in general. He has to be listening from somewhere, has to have an eye on the room if he's not hidden somewhere in here already, "Or maybe I see it as saving her. Maybe I'd rather kill Trish then let you spend the rest of her life raping her, body and mind. Do you hear me Kilgrave? I'll kill her, then I'll kill Hope, and then I'll kill myself. Luke won't be able to stop me. I'm stronger than him."
No response greeted her and so she gritted her teeth and actually put her finger on the trigger, turning fully to Trish and putting both hands on the pistol before yelling, "Kilgrave!"
"Stop Jessica!"
She felt like shouting in triumph. That was his voice, he was here. But he wasn't here in this room, and so she opened her mouth to demand once more that he show himself. He spoke first, interrupting her.
"Point your gun at the ceiling."
In her mind, she was confused. Did he really think she'd not shot Trish because he said stop? She was never going to shoot her, but that didn't mean she'd follow his command n- When had her arms moved up to point the gun at the ceiling? In a daze, Jessica barely heard Kilgrave's next order to stand still and let Luke take the gun from her, but she followed it all the same.
Standing there now empty handed, all she could do was watch as Luke retreated with her weapon in hand. Fine, no matter. She'd just snap Kilgrave's neck with her bare hands. All she had to do was lull him into a false sense of security and get him close enough. That plan seemed to be best as a door on the other side of the room opened, and he stepped through. Part of her absently noted the purple skin, but that didn't seem as important as the fact that he was finally here.
But he kept his distance annoyingly enough, seeming to study her for a time before smiling and stepping a few feet closer, still keeping her friends between them, "Hello Jessica, it's good to see you. I'm sure you're happy to see me too. You know just how sick in the head you are, this fantasy you've constructed around the idea of Kilgrave. My name is James Rottshaw and I'm going to help you. You want me to help you."
He was right, she was happy to see him. If she saw him, it meant she could kill hi- What had she just been thinking about? God, she was so fucking messed up in the head. But this man, James… he was going to help her. She wanted him to help her. In fact, everyone was looking at her… she should say something.
Smiling, Jessica nodded in agreement, "I want you to help me James."