She kept moving toward him--but not with his bag in mind. From another cupboard, she pulled out a matching bag with the flame insignia he'd come to think of as a close cousin to the Medica symbol. Very funny.

"You're a riot. I'm laughing on the inside," he deadpanned dryly for her benefit, though his mouth curved crookedly like he was torn between a smile and a frown. Lighten up? That might be a lost cause for a Brightwell, but she'd had him going for a minute there, he'd give her that much. He made a mental note not to act on the assumption she was like other girls who would expect a gentleman to do the bulk of her work for her.

Glain would like her for that, he thought. And for being able to pull one over on him, which she'd probably find the most amusing.

Choosing not to shove his foot further into his mouth, Jess ignored her self-satisfied smile and moved around her while she got her pack in order. "You were up this morning to find a way out of here, don't forget." It's not an adventure, it's work was heavily implied, but he managed to resist the impulse to reel her teasing back in. She was doing well enough pinning him with a reputation for seriousness without him helping her along.