Jessica was pumped now that their status as adventurers was official. Mark casually strolled near her and picked the team's mission, which made her incorrectly assume that he was just as fired up as she was. She swiveled her entire body at a concerning speed and began to yell at him. "Woah man, is that the one with the ugly green dudes on it??! Do we get to like, beat them up and everything??! Coolio!!" 

Of course, the main thing motivating the girl was the possibility of there being more contemporary commodities around the world, and frankly, she thought a goblin was the present tense verb of eat. Drawing her balled up fists near her collarbones, Jessica spoke in an oddly tender tone. It was sort of like a puppy outside of a butcher shop. "Do you think we can get any hotpockets around here? That lady said some stuff about a bakery." She placed her fists against her temples and gazed at the floor in an act of concentration. For her, thinking was a full body experience. She had come to another groundbreaking conclusion. "So uh, after looking at this place for a lot, it's obvious we're in Texas. And those guys probably have their own version of hotpockets or something that we can eat, which is why I was talking about it." She pictured a crude image of a hotpocket with an entire rib inside of it. Nice.

Her head tilted to look at Mark as she came across a shocking revelation, and begin to speak at the same rate that she was generating ideas in. "I mean, that explains why I got shot in the face! It's sort of like that one dude on TV who put snake poison and then got invincible to it! That's just how people in Texas live!!!"