He's still looking for a broom - well, he's half looking for a broom, but there's a lot about how Finch is reacting to this right now that's really got him distracted, concerned - and even starts to ask him what the hell's going on when the door opens. Some guy walks in. Jesse doesn't even recognize the face. But the way Finch is regarding him speaks volumes.

Who the hell-

There's an immediate discomfort in the air, so much so that Jesse's not even sure he should be saying anything straight away. He slowly turns on his spot to face the door, glancing uncertainly between the guy and Finch and back, and it's quiet for a few beats as Jesse watches Finch's hands sink further down onto broken fucking glass. "Was an accident," he says carefully, eyes flickering back up again, towards the suit.