continued from here with @aliasjessicaj
Jessica didn’t have to look around to know the man hadn’t run away at her outburst. Was he into the street theater of her complete breakdown? Tears continued to fall down her face as the scent of Kilgrave’s cologne continued to choke her. She couldn’t find her voice, couldn’t speak the street names to help ground her in where she was.
Her knees gave out and she fell down onto the street. Smoke began to pour out of her mouth which was new. It would have gone unnoticed if it hadn’t had the strong smell of sulfur. It overpowered every other smell giving her space. Enough space to breathe and calmly recite street names.
If she hadn’t been so distracted she would have heard the hiss of water being turned to steam when her hands touched the street. An imprint of her hands was visible on the street when she brought her hands up to cover her face. She repeated the street names again as she rocked back and forth trying to get the memories back into the box they belonged in.
Davos wasn’t built to comfort people in their time of pain and anguish. He was built to help them survive horrors so that he could take them to those that had such specialized training to help them live. Still, when the woman fell to her knees, he started forward, though he didn’t touch her. He had seen such breakdowns and knew that, depending on the person, he could inadvertently do more harm than good with a reassuring hand.
When smoke started to pour out of her mouth, all question about her being one of the chosen selected for power shrank to almost nothing. With the variety of mutants Davos had seen, he knew that could explain her powers, but it seemed more likely that such an odd display was from the stones. Then again, he had seen several blue people, so perhaps not.
The hiss of steam drew his attention and Davos felt further vindicated in his decision not to make contact with her. He did not understand what she was whispering, but it seemed to soothe her. A mantra, then. He had heard several now and had his own, so he understood their purpose.
“I do not mean to rush you,” Davos whispered after giving her several moments of silence, “but perhaps it would be best to find shelter,” he advised gently.