"It'd be a good time to stop talking and start shooting," he retorts, shaking his head slightly. He's outwardly calm as ever, although a little less than pleased with the way the situation's turned out. It was supposed to have been arranged, this deal, was supposed to be in the bag, although he can't quite remember who said that or why he feels that so strongly.

He hasn't quite realized that this is a dream, and he's taking it all very seriously. Turning his gaze to Jesse, he looks at him intently. "You better be a good shot."

If Jesse's not a good shot, he has no idea what he's doing with him as his partner. He takes a cautious glance over the hood of the car, only enough to see where the men are located, to take stock of what kind of guns they have, to estimate just how soon it'll be before they need to reload and he can get a shot off.