[ Jesse watches Ronan as he's patted on the shoulder. What the hell had that been all that about? Ronan had looked like he was about to go postal on Jesse's ass, while giving him some a pep talk at the same time? It was almost like he cared. Or something.

Amped up, fidgety, brimming with energy, Jesse pushes away from the rock while pinching his cigarette between his lips and fishing his lighter out of his pocket with his other hand. He snaps it alight and lights the tip while Ronan goes on to say about wanting to set fire to something. ]

Pompeii? Can you be any more of a drama queen?

[ Said dryly, but not nastily. Jesse takes a drag of his smoke and studies Ronan. Whatever it is that got Ronan pissed, Jesse knows it goes deeper than just him being pissed at whatever it was Jesse said. How deep, he doesn't have a clue, but all the shit that went down on the ship is undoubtedly part of it.

Stooping down to grab up the flashlight and the 8 ball, he motions at Ronan with a jerk of his head for them to head off. ]

C'mon. Bound to be somewhere we can fuck shit up. [ We. Because Jesse wouldn't mind wrecking something, too. Just for the hell of it. The thrill of it. The release of it. Flicking the flashlight on, Jesse starts off.

Ronan's 'fire and brimstone' talk makes Jesse think of something, though. With a pull of his cigarette, Jesse glances at him. ]

Thought wrecking shit was a sin, though. Y'know, with you being Catholic and all.