[ At that, Jesse sort of wrinkles his nose a little. The idea that he's a little useless around here bothers him a lot, and the reminder that really, art does just about nothing for anybody in a place like this makes him sour a little. ]

Nah. [ He says it nonchalantly. ] I ain't bad at drawing and I can cook an omelette, that's about the extent of what I can do, so. Looks like I'm just deadweight. [ He's... not, but nobody ever said Jesse was good at being anything but sarcastic. ]