Look, as far as interactions with Nacho go, there's been no threat to his bodily integrity or any other sort of violence, so Jimmy is inclined to keep a bright outlook on it all. For his own peace of mind, partially. Nacho's no Salamanca, he knows that well, but it's not as if Nacho would refuse violence if it became necessary.

"Busy, yeah. Lucky for him I owe him one," he scoffs, as if the idea of Mike suddenly having anything come up that could affect his schedule is just unthinkable. He's probably getting some award for biggest sticker stickler in the entire parking lot security firm, if anything.

But, noticing Nacho hasn't started driving yet, he follows the other man's gaze, frowning a bit as he notices just how busy it really is out there.

"Some unholy combination of wrong place wrong time and Murphy's law. Two soccer moms on their way to a mani-pedi got in a fender bender, and I don't think even Albuquerque's finest want to mediate that."