[ Jesse mistakes Finch's anger for something else entirely, twists a hand into the rope and finally wedges it off one side of his own crate, peels it the rest of the way off. ] Don't worry- man, I mean, we'll find it. Promise.

[ His eyes shut for a moment and then two when Finch asks his questions, and Jesse shakes his head again, starts trying to pry the lid off the case. His voice is a little strained when he plants a foot against it. ] No, huh? She just was talkin' about new clothes not long ago. [ Clearly the more formidable of the bunch. ] They ain't findin' out, they ain't said a damn thing. What's to find out?