[ Jesse's definitely been a pain in the ass on several occasions as a teenager, but he can't say he ever quite had the cojones to run through the kitchen of a restaurant. ]

What's even your deal, yo? What were you gonna do back here? Steal a cheeseburger? Christ.

[ Jesse speaks, words punctuated by heavy breaths as his lungs finally catch up, his pulse rate slowly coming down. Cardio isn't exactly his strong-suit given the amount of years he's been smoking. Not to mention Todd never gave him a gas mask when he was being forced to cook, so who knows what kind of damage his lungs sustained over the past several months. He shakes off that thought, though, the annoyed look on his face softening as the kid sags, hanging his head. ]

Listen. Kid. You get outta here right now and swear you won't come back here again and I won't turn you into security. You're done in the restaurant the rest of the time you're here, though. It's like they say--that ship has sailed.

[ Jesse gestures and then straightens up, watching as the kid brightens up again, then nods, hurrying back out of the kitchen. Jesse keeps an eye out, making sure he leaves the restaurant. ]

Christ, you'd think they wouldn't let these kids just like, have free reign and shit. We don't get paid enough, I swear to God.

[ He sags against the wall a little, scrubbing a hand over his face before he looks at Jane. ]

I dunno about you, but I'd kill for a cigarette right about now.