[ Oh, hey, a laugh. Jesse cackles, even as he's pulling the cigarettes from the pack to hand to Pinkman. He glances at Pinkman when he asks, though, and keeps his eye on him even as he's digging around in his hoodie for his lighter. ] Not a problem. I owe you a lot more. [ A beat. ] As for Galen, he ain't your biggest fan, but he don't hate you or nothing. Wouldn't tell me what you said t'him that rustled him up.

[ He lights the cigarette, and near-immediately, the smoke makes him relax. ] I ain't so sure I wanna ask.