[ Jesse tenses as someone walks by, his eyes following them as they pass and continue down the hallway. ]

I guess neither of us really know. But suddenly regaining consciousness here? At a casino I don't remember traveling to? It's not like that's normal, either.

[ He tries to ignore her comment about him looking like shit warmed over, a dull pain in his chest. Jesse makes it a point not to look into mirrors much these days, but he's caught enough glimpses to know those assholes did a number on him. So, when Jane lifts a hand to touch his face, he flinches at first before he leans into her touch. It isn't her--he just isn't used to being touched. Not unless it's violent. But he tries to hold himself together and forces his eyes to meet hers, his hand lifting to take the one that's on his face, holding it firmly in his instead. His knuckles are still bruised, and there are dark rings around both wrists where the shackles used to be. ]

Do you remember how you got here? Or what you were doing before this?