It doesn't do much to dissuade him at all, Jesse just grins a little smugly and pops his cigarette back into his mouth with a nod. "Yeah, yeah, your new teacher," he agrees with a raise of his eyebrows. "Chemistry. I'm lookin' to start a new record or somethin'."

But Finch is starting to walk away and Jesse immediately goes to follow him, a half a hop-skip in his step as he tries to match his stride. "Whoa, hey, hang on-" He blows out smoke away from Finch's direction, his free hand shoved into the pocket of his jeans. "What's goin' on, man? Where you headed? Where, uh-" He's just marveling at the situation as a whole, keeps looking around and then back at Finch. "Where is this?"

Real fuckin' attentive teacher we've got going on here, yeah.