His smile broadens, even it's still a little melancholy. "Yeah. That makes a lotta sense! Hope no one ever gives y'all grief fer that. Yer made the way you were meant to be an' ain't no one should be faultin' you that. Bein' made o' flesh ain't the default no more, not so far as yer world or the Nexus goes. Glad I know that now."

Getting onto the subject of his gang, Jesse shrugs. "Not as good as it could be. We're sealed off real good from all the snow and ice, but...I don't, uh. I don't like fires in the camp. Maybe I should reconsider that? I mean, that's just kinda me. I mean, it hurts us all real bad, but I'm just-...Ehh, or maybe I should just do some heavy liftin' in the Nexus and see about scroungin' up some space heaters." He scratches the back of his head a bit peevishly, that smile gone in a concerned frown.