[And all at once the anger seeped right out of him, and he dragged his hammer over to the chair, resting the handle of it against Jake's thigh has he untied him. All the while his eyes darted every which way, waiting for reinforcements. There had to be cameras, communication, something. There was no way the Felt would be this careless if they were trying to kill Jake.]

Rather spectacularly? Don't kid with me right now, Jake, they could have killed you. [He stoops, gently smoothing a thumb over the eyebrow of Jake's ruined eye.] ...and they might still succeed if we don't get you out of here, you're a fucking fountain.