Not willing, but then again he doesn't have his usual ploys to keep himself up. Jesse's probably supposed to be prodding him here, knocking the guy awake, slapping his face or something. But the guy's just been awake for so long now, Colonel Facepoker's slacking. He watches Finch slip off, budging carefully and slowly enough to give him room without jostling him awake.

"Hell yeah, man," he replies back, voice soft as he balances his elbows on his knees, lets the shard of glass dangle between his legs. "Pretty amazing."