It's been a long time since a particular rootin' tootin' undead found his way back to the Nexus. Perhaps things have been popping off at home that he couldn't afford to visit. But if he's got any particular sorrows of that nature, he's leaving it at the door to address someone looking well worse off than he is.

Well, emotionally, anyway. Jesse's clearly a member of the walking dead, his skin gone green and missing his nose and several teeth, eyes gone milky white. Jesse keeps a respectful distance for Adia, back in his habit of not forcing proximity to the living who might not care for it. But his expression is one of compassionate concern.

"It ain't easy, bouncin' back from a hard time. Gotta give people time t'mourn the lost hope, but don't let 'em dwell on it neither. If yer the leader, it's yer job t'find a NEW hope, a NEW reason to keep goin'. Ain't enough t'just survive or scratch out a livin'."

Jesse leans in a little, just enough that his body language speaks more of that concern and less about trying to get close. Again, not all living like being near him and he respects that. "Iffen y'all wanna talk about what happened, folks say I'm a good listener?"