"Doesn't matter. I'm your friend. I'm here for you."

He'll piggyback the zed if he has to. Jim's not above carrying Jesse wherever it was they were going to go. He pauses after a minute or so, considering that if Jesse hasn't told anyone in his crew, taking him back to the Subway is not the best of ideas.

Instead he turns and heads toward a small dive bar he likes to frequent now and again. It certainly looks like the place deals are made and secrets passed between patrons like currency. There's a well dressed woman behind the bar, nearly out of place with how put together she is compared to the establishment. She gives her hips a bit of a shake as she shakes up a cocktail before depositing it into a martini glass with a bit of flair.

"What'll it be, gentlemen?" She regards Jesse with almost no lingering on him. a sure sign she's been in the Nexus for quite a while. Nothing seems to phase her.

"Two of the specials." Jim calls over his shoulder before helping Jesse into a seat at a secluded table in the corner of the dimly lit place.

"Two Stingers coming right up."