[ She doesn't know if there are or aren't cigarettes here? Something about Jesse, despite how keyed up he is, deflates in despair. A shaky hand comes up and pushes through his unkempt hair.
Exclaimed quietly to himself under his breath: ] Shit.
[ But then— His eyes lock back onto her, belated alarm tightening across his face once again. ]
no subject
Exclaimed quietly to himself under his breath: ] Shit.
[ But then— His eyes lock back onto her, belated alarm tightening across his face once again. ]
...Wait. What d'you mean, 'fend for ourselves'?