"Excellent!" the immortal grinned when Frank revealed his extremely Frankenstein's monster-esque form, "Now we just need a hunchback and I need a lab coat! We don't even need to do the whole cop routine then!" When Abe mentioned that he was hungry, Jesse was admittedly surprised. He had assumed that like himself, the walking dead didn't need to eat. Franks hunger for actual food certainly made the typical zombie flick make a bit more sense at the very least. "Uh, I'm sure there's a few places around here. Like a cafeteria or something along those lines. Shall we?" Jesse shrugged and gave a nod toward the building, starting to walk toward the academy.

Jesse drifted from person to person as they approached the building, asking each person that he approached where the mess hall was. When the first person gave him directions, Jesse clasped the boy's face between his hands, exclaiming "Finally, someone knows they're way around. Thank you you beautiful bastard!" Jesse let go of the man's face and gave him a shove on the chest, throwing a wave towards his undead companion as he made his way inside. "Might wanna duck," He said, giving a glance back at the behemoth of a man (or multiple men, in Abe's specific case). In a crowd, Jesse had a tendency to bend other's wills to him, this especially clear when he walked freely through the crowded hall to the cafeteria, those that stood in his was being ushered out of his way with a gentle guiding hand. When they made their way to the cafeteria, Jesse walked to the first table and sat down, there were a few others sitting, casual talking and eating, pausing as Jesse dropped into his seat and swung his feet up onto the table. "Don't worry boys, I don't mind ya'll takin my table." He grinned, looking back at Abe, "You go and grab a bite, ya? I'm sure these boys will be more than happy to make room for us," he turned his gaze back toward the table, the boys' eyes fixated on the monolithic man before them, "Won't you?"