Jesse sniffs at once, looks to the side. As he shakes of his head and huffs of laugh, he suddenly breaks into a smile that's a little sarcastic, a little self-depecrating. He's got a voice to match, "Why?" He suddenly looks back, face sobered, takes his hands out of his pockets in a shrug. "It ain't like he's gonna," And he kicks at the ground, a bit angry and sullen, "see it."

He looks down with a frown as he does so, fingers spreading agitatedly by his sides. "What's a corpse gotta do with whatever I got to say?"