Okay so I kind of think this whole scene of the Eves squaring off is a little bit hot?? Is it gonna come back to bite me to say that? Hell no. I am the master of my own horny creation.
I mostly don't experience texting angst anymore, and I'm always angry when I get pulled back into it. Jane is in a terrible position where she has NOTHING ELSE to go by. She has Marigold's texts, her own mind (heavily muddled by lovesickness and these annoying little sprites), and an entire internet of the worst dating perspectives imaginable. We've seen this empty black room before, where time itself is the only escape, but waiting is agony. The best anyone can do in this space is nothing - ignore suspicions, come to no conclusions, just generally mitigate harm - but how often does that happen?