Jesse holds up his hands, a surrendering gesture. "I saw the doc, I saw her. She patched me up pretty good."

He touches his neck gingerly, sighing. "But I was got pretty good, too, truth be told."

He doesn't necessarily want to go into it. Doesn't like to burden other people with his problems. But Reaper, at least, seems like he's a danger to everyone on board.

"There was this fella," he says. "Clawed gauntlets. Moved like a ghost. Raspy, otherworldly voice. Somethin' straight outta hell itself. He near about killed me."