A hand up, a swing, his legs dangling - and he is up, somehow planted, never too modest or arrogant to neglect fastening his arms around his ally's waist. No: Jacob. Jacob Frye. Rhino rider and tamer and gladiator extraordinaire. Far too enamored with their imminent death by trampling, but now that that forecast has exited his future, who is Hector to complain?

"Hector," he offers by way of greeting. "You're —"

...welcome, until Hector's hands around Jacob's waist inevitably strike a puddle of the previous rider's spattered blood, and he lifts his palm up to gaze into a clear vision of red, tar and... unidentifiable gore.

"...disgusting." Thank you. Moving past that, "Can you ride this thing?"

Or is this a learning-on-the-job experience?