Jesse, conversely, leans back against the 'wall' of the train--beside the door they'd come out of. He's more relaxed than she is, like he's done this before--hung out on moving trains, between the cars, and he has. He's no stranger to hopping in boxcars; taking a ride here or there like any misguided teenager too young to drive or otherwise without a car. He's less willing to admit yet another reason for stowing away on a train, and that's just 'to see the world' and 'clear his mind'. Take some time to himself, sketch what he sees in a beatup notebook. Those are memories he'll likely take to the grave, though.

"I don't think any of this is expected...I mean.." Jesse pulls the pocketwatch from his jeans, eyeing the time as his cheeks hollow with a long, slow drag off of his cigarette. He blows the smoke out of the side of his mouth before focusing on Kim again. "Right about now I'm s'posed to be working. This laundromat. Lavandaria Brillante." He rattles the name off with a weak Spanish accent.

Jesse's head darts in Kim's direction, though, his eyes focusing on her with her words. He lets them sink in a few moments before nodding. "Yeah. He's like...how you say--on neutral ground? Pretty sure any enemies of mine don't even know about 'im. He's like, uh, how d'you put it...a silent partner or whatever. Not so silent when it comes to me but y'know what I mean." Jesse explains, flicking some ash to the ground. It's quickly swept away by the wind whipping around them as the train flies along the tracks.

"He's safe." Jesse reassures her, a nod given to solidify that statement. "Saved my ass a couple times, even." As if that'd be reassuring news. But he's trying to put forward the point that he'd only ever been in more trouble than Saul. That nothing bad had come the shifty lawyer's way. At least nothing he couldn't handle.