Another sigh, another flash of regret that she's getting involved at all. Jessica leans against her desk, arms crossed defensively in front of her.

"Just to start off, I don't have answers for what the hell is going on. Sci-fi space alien bullshit is not my thing. And I don't know a lot about," and she uncrosses one arm to gesture at him, head to toe, before crossing it again, "your whole situation. Like you said, not a fan."