Don't you grumble at her, Clark. She was the one floating half naked, here. Rude.

Cracking open one eye to give him a scowl, she closed it and tried to do what he said. But Jessica Jones was not a fan of being in her own mind or body. All she could feel was that her body felt 'different', and the hold he had on her hands that was keeping her tethered from floating up again. She tried, Clark. Really she did. But Jessica sucked at this. "The only thing that feels different is that I'm fucking floating."