[ jesse signals to another one of the passage guards to take his shift at the bottleneck. he wishes the man godspeed with a brief hand salute; the man returns the gesture and steals down the hall. then jesse hops down from his own position and steps towards angela, holstering his gun. ]

I was hopin' next time I saw you I'd have less in the way of blood and guts on me.

[ jesse for his part is relatively unharmed, a few scrapes here and there, rips in the fabric of his pants that reveal new and old claw marks. but he's still grinning ear to ear. ]

Think I used to hope that every time you were on base, though.