She has a big bag of oats and two buns, and no leg to stand on. Regardless, she's loathe to readily accept help. There's nothing she can pay him with, including knowledge. Jess hasn't learned much in her time here. She's shunted off practical experience for digging deeper into what they're doing here and who came before. It doesn't put food on the table and wouldn't even if she were doing it for the good of the community. Jess wracks her brain for a good way to compensate him, fetching a hand towel to safely remove the pot from the stove.

"Doesn't mean I'll eat it," she says for her own benefit, seeing as she hasn't worked out how to repay him yet. Glancing up from her task, she notes that he's a bit unsteady. Her turn to ask, "You okay?"