[ They both seem unwilling to trust others, but, also searching for someone to trust. That could be simply her projecting. He may want to know nothing more about the weirdness of the world that she knows. Except, he invited her on a date. Sort of. Not really a date, but, Jesse finds herself hoping it would be a date. ]

I've only seen pieces of it. Like snap shots. I could show you them. [ She pauses. ] If you'd want to see them, I mean. You... you're probably going to go back home after this.

[ « Back to his wife. »

She laughs slightly at his next comments. She doesn't quite believe him at not being crazy. Rather, the notion he wouldn't think she isn't crazy. Everyone else thinks it. There's no reason he shouldn't as well. Even if he is apart of this insanity of an event.

A nod. Her jean jacket shifts against his arm. She isn't fully aware that she has leaned against him and slightly forward. Her free hand raises to rest on his elbow, only aware of it when she feels the elbow patch at the tip of her fingers. That want and need to further move closer to her is tugging at her, but she's still hesitating at the last moment.

« What if he doesn't want it? I don't really know what "it" even is. Whatever this connection is the other Alan talked about. Is it really this? » ]

Yeah. I do.