It might be Finch's sanctuary, but it's not Jesse's. He can feel that calming energy start to seep into his own, the two mingling and at some kind of odds as the tranquility starts trying to overbear the hysterics. Jesse breathes slowly and walks the room, trying to keep everything in check.

But he doesn't know where this is, he doesn't know what's going on. And he doesn't know who else is in here, and he points towards the kitchen - not as agitated anymore, but a little apprehensive. "Who's that?" he demands, and even starts to make his way over to there. Calming down. Yeah. Much easier said than done. But there's a good reason Jesse Pinkman has his quirks. He doesn't leave his food or drinks out for anyone to touch, he's most comfortable with his back to a wall, and he can count on one hand the amount of people he actually trusts.

Finch is one of them. But this drift is all sagging sideways. Jesse's thoughts are stressing the neural handshake and he knows it.