[He doesn't offer almost any input the entirety of the time — maybe a grumble or grunt on occasion, some small sound that implies he's at least listening. His eyes sometimes flick to something at times, skirting the corners of his vision — chasing shadows, maybe, paranoia keeping him ever vigilant. Sometimes they're ghosts, sometimes they're not; it's nothing Jayce could ever track, anyway.
Standing there, looking at the apartment in question... he scoffs.]
Easy target.
Just takes one person with the right weapon. [He gestures with a hand, an explosive gesture. No 'ka-boom' sound accompanies it like the Vuvalini had so kindly offered before, but the idea remains.] Should spread your people out more. No community in rubble.
no subject
Standing there, looking at the apartment in question... he scoffs.]
Easy target.
Just takes one person with the right weapon. [He gestures with a hand, an explosive gesture. No 'ka-boom' sound accompanies it like the Vuvalini had so kindly offered before, but the idea remains.] Should spread your people out more. No community in rubble.