[ Wow, he really does look awful. Jesse wrinkles his nose when he sees the guy, though mostly out of concern. He has no idea what the hell Oliver's been through and he's not sure he wants to know. Either way, he heads over and settles down next to Oliver, not entirely sure what to do. ]

Jesus, you look like someone put you through a meat grinder, dude. [ A beat. ] Oh, right, fuck. Name's Jesse, I don't think I mentioned. Good on you for not dying, like I asked.

[ He tugs at his hood. ] Anything broken? Can y'walk?