The levels are evening out in the slightest, starting to calm and climb back up in percentage. They must be, nobody's done an override yet. Back in the jaeger, Jesse's still entirely stiffened, hands balled and head pressed back tight and away. Too tensed, too nervous about what else they're going to start stumbling in across.

He was expecting intense. He wasn't expecting this intense.

"Just stay with me, man," Jesse says out loud, and it echoes the same in the drift, everything blue and clouded. It should be clearing, but they can't seem to coincide on a similar point yet, not a good one. Sometimes it takes a while, takes some time to find that comfortable spot for pilots to share.

As it is now, the kid looks unbothered while he's playing, only intermittently glancing up towards the kitchen. It could almost be Jesse at that age if it wasn't for his voice floating in from the other room. There's shouting, an unfamiliar woman and a man, and in his mind, Jesse grabs for Finch's arm and starts to tug him away. He doesn't have to hear a word to know what his mother and father are arguing about - or, rather, who.

"Just let it carry you, man, don't fight it," he repeats himself again, shakes out his shoulders in his bindings back in the ship to try to loosen up. "Try it again, see where we're gonna end up."