Jess: You and Nick, tell me everything.
Reagan: The power went out. We went into the basement. There were rats, he passed out, we kissed.
Jess: [squealing softly] Oh, my God. And you like him.
Reagan: No. No, I don't. We just hooked up a few times. Let's focus on you. Here's a courtroom sketch.
Jess: Yep, there he is, 237B. God, he can dress.
Reagan: But we're gonna need more than that. We need something distinctive, so did he have like a... he walked with a limp or he had a hook hand or a neck tattoo-- anything?