Oh my god, okay, this is about where she'd start feeling bad for tackling the poor guy if she hadn't been tackling him to try to save his life from a crazy, old fae lady. You're welcome. Right now, she's glad she did because this guy is a lot like the people she used to hang out with back home. Alright. Yeah, okay, she approves. He's totally allowed to hang with her Jesse whenever, not that she'd ever be able to tell Finch otherwise anyway! Nah, this guy's alright. Nice work, Pinkman.

"Nice. All acceptable answers. Lucky for you, this is a non-genre-discriminatory musical household. And I just might have a soft spot for gangsta rap." She raises her fist for him to bump because they are officially cool! She's just gotta ask one more thing. One more question, that's it.

"... Soooooooo, are you here to apologize? Did you guys get in a fight?" He hasn't told her anything, it's just a guess. Only a friend with a mighty need to say sorry would put up with Kenzi's bullshit attitude and all-around jerkery. The guilt must be pretty bad. She knows that feeling. It's not fun. And now she actually wants to help. "I could go get him."