"Oh yeah," Jesse remarks first, absently, like he's just now recalling the whole getting shot thing. He touches two tentative fingers to the wound and as the realization of it kicks in, so does a nice, hot flare of pain all through his shoulder. There's a tight grimace that gives him away, but he angles himself away from Meyer for a moment, to hide the worst of it. When he clears his throat, all he lets out is a sarcastic little, "It's got a bullet in it."

By the time he turns back to Meyer again, he's starting to unbutton his suit jacket with his good hand, and he peers expectantly between Meyer and the bodies. "We're not s'posed'ta just leave 'em?" he asks a bit incredulously, undoes the last button and shrugs his one shoulder out of the jacket. "I mean, it's a," and he pauses to let out a strained groan under his breath as he starts to peel the suit up and over his wound, "it's the middle of a damn street, yo, we're gonna get ourselves pretty noticed."