"Y'sure y'all ain't from my neck of the woods?" He says it with a laugh as he picks up his freshly-pour shot glass, swirling the content in consideration for a time. "Sounds awful familiar, what with zed, political types, society gone to hell, gang wars, so on."

Then Jesse take the shot, smacking his withered lips appreciatively once it's swallowed. "I know they're just kids, but they can't blame ya for that, can they? Their daddy goin' out to fight for their safety, I mean. Hard to explain why y'all can't sit tight with 'em, but someone's gotta take the fight to the reapers and the zed, right?"