Jesse's outside, slinging candles when he notices a familiar face. Clara. He immediately recognizes her from The Sandman, where she'd so graciously let him wait out his "sentence" of housekeeping in her room--a punishment for being caught with dream contraband on the train. He doesn't forget people who do him right, and so he's happy to see her. But, as he approaches, he notices the pallor of her face, and the way she clutches the side of her head and leans against a nearby wall. Forgetting his candle supplies where he stands, Jesse rushes over, brows knit in concern.

"Are you okay? Need some water?" He reaches for a canteen strapped across his body.