"I dunno exactly. I--lemme think. Uh, my partner, he started working with the guy who owns the lab back in like...April? Early April, I think. It was, um. It was right around the time my ex-girlfriend--" Jesse pauses and stares down at his feet. He feels the wind whipping around him; takes a deep breath of the cool night air. When his blue eyes raise up to meet Kim's again, they're glassy with unshed tears. He's trying to hold it together, and he won't lose it entirely; not now, but he can't help the reaction he has.

"She died right around then.' Jesse continues, clearing his throat and bringing his arm up to swipe across his eyes quickly. 'Anyways, I started at the lab a little while after that. Maybe like...a month or somethin'? I don't know if they had things up an' running before my partner and I started workin' there. I just know it was all built and ready to go by the time I had eyes on it."

Jesse offers the best he can when it comes to information. He's always been a little more out of the loop than Mr. White. Mainly because he's learned to ask fewer questions.

"But Saul--Jimmy--he's got nothin' to do with it directly. Didn't even know my boss' name at first. I dunno if he does now but, um. He's just, uh. He gets a percentage. For laundering and, y'know, being the contact. Finder's fee or whatever." Jesse says, flicking some more ash off of his cigarette. He takes a long drag after that, inhaling it deep, needing the nicotine to calm his nerves. His blue eyes keep flickering between Kim and the night sky.