Jesse doesn't mind Pinkman watching him work, but he appreciates the space, anyway. It lets him get into his zone, into his own head. He's quiet, concentrated, and so when Pinkman wanders in and out of the room, he ignores him. For the most part. When he's asked what he's doing, Jesse pauses, and glances up at Pinkman once, almost nervously.

"Drawing, what's it look like," Finch says, but it's easy and not hostile at all. He shrugs, shoulders staying a little hunched. "Superheroes, y'know? Colonel Facepoker." A beat. "He's got a bird army, apparently."