He gestures to his cheek, shrugging. "Not really," he points out, and then studies Jesse more carefully, noting, for the first time, that Jesse's been shot. "We need to deal with that," he says, nodding at Jesse's shoulder, "And we need to deal with that," he says, nodding at the four men lying in the street.

There's no time to think about anything else, no time to have a heart to heart discussion about what had just happened -- although he wouldn't be inclined to, anyway, something tells him that Jesse isn't exactly used to this sort of thing. That, and the comment about gunshots being louder in the movies (movies hadn't had sound the last time Meyer had checked) had started to make him think something was slightly off here, but he hadn't quite realized it was a dream yet.

"How's the shoulder feel?"

If it's not a bad wound, they can deal with it later, but he knows better than to leave certain gunshot wounds alone for now.