[ The painful glare of the flashlight flooding his vision has Jesse squinting with a flinching grimace. And then that laugh. Not that Jesse is familiar with the person that laugh belongs to, outside of what Ronan has told him and what Jesse witnessed when the Moira was crashing. Kavinsky is the first person that he associates with that laugh, however, and his guess is right when Kavinsky finally comes into view.

Even through Jesse's benumbed, shock-induced apathy, a stab of apprehension clutches at him. Scary, creepy ass fucking kid. Who also saved his ass. In the most insane, over-the-top way that Jesse still can't wrap his head around. In effort to play off his unease at this kid suddenly be around him, he retorts to that rape whistle remark: ]

Way you creeped up on me like that just then, probably whipping one of them out would just make you think I was being optimistic. [ He lifts his hand to his face, fingers and thumb pressing into his eyes in futile effort to staunch the strobing afterimage of the flashlight burned temporarily into his vision. ] Jesus. You little shit.