There's something about people refusing to even try to save their own skins that grates on Jacob. Yes, he might be able to save them without their help, but it's the expectation that he'll do it that bothers him. The assumption is that he will, because he's a good person.

He's not a good person. He could just save himself and leave them to the charging, blood-madden creatures and their masters.

But... but he won't. He doesn't need the guilt that comes with failure.

Gritting his teeth because verbally tearing this guy a new one doesn't fit on today's to-do list, Jacob forces himself to keep his attention on the animals. One has turned around, shaking it's great head as it readies for another charge, the other isn't quite redirected yet. They have a few seconds.

"What are you suggesting?"