"Pleasures all mine, Marty." Jacob replies, and it's true. He's had a decent scrap because of Marty, with an enemy he'd never have fought at home. Got the blood pumping and whatever little scrapes and bruises they've walked away with aren't dangerous.

"Nor I, truth be told. I normally only get to fight people. It's a nice change." He says and, because he's finished working on the man's leg, and their tied arms are making this whole thing difficult, he shifts up to sit on the bench next to him.

"Bloody hell no. I woke up here today, no fucking idea how or what I got here." He pauses, glancing over the other man's unusual clothes, "What about you?"