[ After he's made his rounds at the carnival grounds, Jesse makes his way back to the hotel and notices people rummaging through boxes outside. Freebies are always welcome, so Jesse stands back and surveys the scene before he sidles up next to Yelena and starts digging through a nearby box, crouching down to get at it without straining his back too much.

He turns his head when Yelena speaks and he makes a face of approval, noting the ring she'd found. ]

Nice piece. That'd definitely fuck up someone's world if you hit 'em with it.

[ Not necessarily the first thought that should come to someone's mind when seeing a ring, but, well, Jesse comes from a time and place where watching his back was paramount and it seems that Hell is no different. He'd just escaped from Mercy some days back, where they'd managed to rip out a couple of his molars and experimented on him with drugs. It was traumatizing for him, but he's since learned that others had gone through much worse, so he can't really complain. Not as much as he'd like to, anyway. He's hoping to find some more ammo for his gun or maybe some more clothes. Clothing is hard to come by and, even though he's been washing his stuff, it would be nice to have at least one or two changes of clothing just in case. While he's looking through the boxes, a giant spider scuttles out from between two of them and Jesse initially falls back on his ass from his crouched position. ]

Fuck!

[ He cusses, startled. He has a strange affinity for bugs and lesser creatures, though. Call him someone who roots for the underdogs. At least the non-poisonous ones. The spider runs back and hides between the boxes, scared of Jesse at first but then, when he stills and puts his hand out, it starts inching forward until it tentatively touches his palm with its fuzzy front legs. ]

Hey little guy; it's a'right. I ain't gonna hurt you...