[ Jesse doesn’t even have words for that. He just puts his face in his hand, the other hand busy holding his coffee. ]

Chloe, you’re gonna have to help me out here. Explain it to me real simple.

[ He lets his hand drop so he can stare her down, the effect perhaps a little dulled by his wrinkled, mismatched clothes and the take-out coffee. He can be intimidating when he wants to be, promise. ]

You trust the guy who killed you to teach you how to fight? With a knife? Alone in a park?