[ He doesn't have to ask why, he remembers Finch's gaze when he'd come over last, the shaking hands. He raises one of them now, slowly and methodically rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, his head slightly bowed. Great. Fuckin' perfect. ]

[ But the heroin drags his attention again, looks back up at Finch with wary eyes but not saying anything about it. ] Nah, compadre, I'm saying we better fuckin' find it before anyone else does, is what I'm sayin'.

[ Right. Cigarettes. That's what they're in for with this. Jesse miraculously pops over to the next box over, starting to pull at the ropes with his hands. ] They're, uh. You know, my housemates. Laura's real short and feisty lookin'. Lou's the guy who showed up here, ain't long ago.