Jacobi jumps a bit at the sight of the bees coming out of the vent.

"Jesus Christ, Taylor," he mutters, taking a side step. "Were you spying?"

Jacobi, who never expects privacy from anything he does anymore, sounds more amused than annoyed. "I'm not discussing this with a swarm of bees. There has to be a line on weirdness, and this is where I'm drawing it. Where can we talk?"