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Ghost getting cut off sharply like that makes Jesse return the apologetic look to the bot. Rough situation you're wrangling here, buddy.

"Just a sayin' back home is all." Rather than look at the lady in the eye, he got his gaze downward under the premise of focusing on getting that pack of cigs out of his back pocket. "I'm not the sort who needs oxygen no more. Smoke's a different matter, heh." He knows that's NOT what she's asking about and Jesse only awkwardly buys himself some more time getting that cancer stick lit up with a match.

Okay, once the first drag is taken and exhaled, the cowboy's feeling a little more...resolved. "Just not used to seein' y'all as a, uh. With flesh? Normally, the way I've known y'since I've shown up in the Nexus, you were a good sight more, uhh, metal."