"Well," Jesse said, poking Abe's arm, the hairs on his arm raising suddenly, "judgin from the smell and the feel, you're gonna be around an awful long time unless you decompose and aren't put back together. You might as well get used to alternative names now, Frank." Jesse instinctively shoved a hand in his pocket, groping for the box of Malboros that was usually perpetually full, from him never actually smoking the damned things. He groaned slightly, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. His getting rid of cigarettes was mostly about the image it conjured. A lot of folks weren't too keen on it, though that didn't make him less needy when it came to his fixation. Thankfully, he grabbed onto the wooden toothpick in his pocket that he stored away after grabbing a sandwich from a diner on the way here, he still had something to chew on. He popped the toothpick between his lips, teeth clenching down on it when Abe's question registered in his mind.

"Cursed with the gift of life, I've always said." Jesse's eyes drifted up the giant's frame, a small smirk forming when he made eye contact with the Promethean. "I'm the last immortal," Jesse lightly laughed, the laugh with a hint of sorrow, "Whatever is thrown at me, I can just shrug off. I've looked like this since the fuckin' Romans and I'll look this way long after we make first contact or are nailed by an asteroid. Though beyond that, I'm just like you. Well, the you that eventually got nailed by a semi." Jesse shrugged, pulling his rucksack a bit tighter over his shoulder, taking a few steps into the crowd, turning to face Abe as he continued, now walking backward slowly. "So what's the deal with the arms?" Jesse glanced behind him, bumping into a young woman, "Sorry love," he said quickly, looking back towards the hulk, "You oughtta be prouder of your appearance now. You're unique. We got plenty of fairy and demon bullshit around here," Jesse gave a wide motion with his hand, swiping a fella with horns across the back of his head. If Jesse noticed, he didn't mention it this time. "Seize the fuckin' day and lose the bandages Frank. They're hiding something and to be honest, you're kinda killing our image." Jesse said, as if they had already teamed up, "We're both one of a kind hombre and now that I think about it, we'd make a pretty solid cop duo. I'd be the good cop who's,,, well, [i]technically[/i] alive forever and you'd be my [i]sorta[/i] dead sidekick who plays the bad cop and roughs up the perps!"