Finch can feel it, and he's hoping that this'll help. Somehow. That Pinkman will settle down the rest of the way. Right now, Finch concentrates on being as calming as he can. Exudes that reassurance, lets Pinkman into this part of his head fully. It's safe, here, that's what he knows. Safe from people, bullets, anything.

Jesse looks up at Pinkman, standing in the middle of the room, letting it soak through him. "A friend's apartment. Used t'be the only safe place I had, yeah? Like sanctuary." There's whistling, from the kitchen, but this is a suspended memory, almost, just a flash of a moment. The game's not progressing, there's not a kitchen, really, it's just what he remembers. "Deep breath, man. Gotta calm down the rest of the way."

Easier said than done.