[Back at home, in the RV or in the superlab, Jesse would always have his earphones on. Now that he's cooking in the middle of a densely populated city with no security and no partner, though, he's always listening. And the second he hears that voice, he swings around and draws his weapon.
He doesn't shoot, though. Mike gave him lessons, sure, but he isn't so skilled that he can aim properly with the mask on. And he wants to keep that mask on, if he has any hope of hiding his identity.
But when he gets a glimpse of who has just appeared in his lab, he wavers. He gives a sharp, frightened exhale and takes a step back, though the gun remains pointed.]
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He doesn't shoot, though. Mike gave him lessons, sure, but he isn't so skilled that he can aim properly with the mask on. And he wants to keep that mask on, if he has any hope of hiding his identity.
But when he gets a glimpse of who has just appeared in his lab, he wavers. He gives a sharp, frightened exhale and takes a step back, though the gun remains pointed.]
You're, uh... You're the Joker.