And he doesn't so much dodge the box as he just- casually leans a bit to the side as it whizzes right by him, no harm, no foul. The grin he gives her is something that's almost insultingly shit-eating.

Seriously, her and that fucking gun. The day Jesse gets shot in the face by that thing, the look on him isn't even going to be one of surprise. In fact, it's going to be much like the one he's giving her now, a deadpan kind of thing as he just debates confiscating the damn thing from her. Wouldn't be the first time. "Seriously? Save my ass some other time. Now's grub time."

The dig gets a hand planted onto her cheek, a playful push to the side as Jesse starts to make his way into the back where they're keeping all the merchandise. The store itself has been long since picked clean but there's boxes in the back, crates and all that, and there's gotta be something good enough to chow down on in one of them. "Tell me somethin' I don't know," Jesse shoots back, sniffs and pinches his nose as he draws a flashlight out of his pocket and starts poking around one of the crates.

He glances over his shoulder back to Nola, and shines the light in her face. "'Sides, it takes one to know one."