[Mike paces the lobby a few times before settling on one of the chairs there up against the wall, pushing up his jacket sleeve to eyes his watch with a sigh. Of course he'd be late. Mike should have known better, but he's always giving people the benefit of the doubt when he ought not to. His eyes raise leisurely to the door when it opens and in walks Jesse, looking a little different than when he'd last seen him--after he'd gotten shot off in Mexico.]

Would ya look at what the cat dragged in...

[Mike's tone isn't excited. It rarely was, and to anyone watching the interaction he would seem less than pleased to see Jesse. But, to those who know him, the half-smile on his face might as well be a full-out grin. He pushes himself up out of the chair with a grunt. That bullet wound is still giving him pain even though the Pull had made it mysteriously disappear.]