[Once it's done, Jaime looks at Kaidan to see whether all he's done is drag Kaidan in some sort of weird take-your-weird-mentor-brother-figure-to-work-day or if getting him out is actually helping, and he's honestly a little stunned to see him smile. He's been so morose that Jaime hadn't anticipated getting the blood flowing to help him quite so much, but Jaime can't help but grin in return, glad that his gamble had paid off.]

There! Much better. Thanks for the help! Let's see...

[Jaime plants his hands on his hips, scanning their surroundings. It looks like most of the people have been taken care of, but there's a bunch of cars in the way of a ton of confused traffic.]

Now, we got a choice. We can either head off and see what else needs to be done, or you can do some really small stuff with me and help out with traffic control. What d'you say?

[Jaime usually sticks around afterwards to tidy up, but not always. It only seems fair to give Kaidan the choice.]

...but if the media starts showing up, we're outta here.

[That's not selfless. He just doesn't like them.]