Not that you ain't used to that. [ The neck craning. Ha ha, he pokes that little bit of fun, immediately looking a bit nervous afterward like he's not allowed to be doing so. His hand rakes across the back of his neck. ]

[ She's not the only one not used to the cold. Everything that comes out of Jesse's mouth is starting to be through clenched teeth, an effort to keep them from chattering that's really not working so well. Then again, a leather jacket isn't really very much for cutting the wind. He was starting to miss his sweatshirts from back home. A lot. ]

Yo, it won't even be a problem. [ Jesse matches her pace for pace, easily enough. ] Anybody that raises a stink about ya takin' some booze for a fuckin' funeral? Is an asshole. And they're prob'ly gonna get themselves trashed anyway.