It takes some balls, as well as adrenaline, to make the dash for safety that the other man manages. Through the thick thicket of leaves and branches, the pursuing vines only just behind them, just managing to grab but not managing to stop them.

Running isn't something Jacob is unfamiliar with and as it's a daily occurance, he keeps going. If it seems his companion is slowing down, he grabs hold of him by the arm to egg him on a little further.

When they're in an area with far less greenery, and more ruined stone, Jacob let's them come to a stop, taking a moment to catch his breath but beaming wide from ear to ear.

"Not bad. You interfer with the shrubbery often?"

It's said teasingly, extremely improper as they haven't been introduced, but Jacob isn't overly fond of manners. But he clearly isn't being malicious either, but is clearly trying to make light of the situation. And then, in what could have been called a surreptitious glance up and down over the other, he spots the blood soaking Marty's jeans.

"Find a seat, we'll look at that."