(OOC: Operating on the assumption that we're all going to collide outside. Also, this will probably be my last post of the day, I'm afraid.)
Jacob glances at the feds he was recently badgering, noting that 'Tubbs' is now suffering from a bloody hand. Okay, Rook, my boy, come up with something quick. You just got these bastards riled up at you--now they see you screaming with a very large gun in your hand. You better come up with something good. He takes a deep breath, then begins. "Fido just exploded," he explains. "Fido--my dog leg. He was this miracle of unholy science I lucked out into finding, and now he's exploded. And something scurried out of him. Something I plan on killing as soon as I collect my wits."
It occurs to Jacob after he says this that it was not a soothing and reassuring as he'd hoped it would be.