He just- stares at Meyer, for a solid beat. "Uh, wow, thanks, Captain Obvious, you know, that's really startin' to clear this up!" But he's turning in his spot, starting to duck his head tentatively out past his own side of the car, pistol raised in his hand. "What's the matter, this shit not good enough for the princesses?"

It's like a slow bleed, how he comes to realize what's going on here and now - the deal, the men, the heroin and all. His being out of place turns into his belonging right where he is, and that feels simultaneously wrong and understandable.

A bullet ricochets off the front bumper of the car and Jesse slams back against the thing, head hitting back hard against the door with a solid thud. "If you've got any other brilliant plans, ya know, now would be an awful good time to hear 'em!"