Jesse's distracted by Galen, but it's alright, because he feels sort of dumb, and he can hide that by curling up against Galen. He can conveniently ignore all that blood. "Sorry," He mutters, resting his head on Galen's shoulder, trying to catch up with the conversation. "No, I, uh. I won't tell, holy shit, you're an angel?" Captain Late-to-the-Party, everybody.

He's a little overwhelmed, but he needs to ask Anna like, nine million questions and make sure Kenzi isn't freaked out and pull Galen into a bed somewhere and sleep forever and -- okay, yeah, see, a lot of things. Jesse exhales slow, first.

"... I wouldn't trust the yogurt, Anna," He says, grinning a little, peering at Kenzi. "Thanks, though, it's lucky you were there." He curls into Galen's side, gripping at his shirt a little tightly. Close call.