Jacobi's in the kitchen, oddly enough, threatening cupcakes. It's a science, he's told himself over and over again. All he has to do is follow a recipe. He's a trained agent who deals with volatile chemicals; the least he can do is make cupcakes. And Warren said he'd be out fiddling with the program for a while, so Jacobi, having taken the opportunity to try and surprise him, is sat on the floor, glaring at the twelve cupcakes in the oven.

"I just need one of you to be decent. The rest of you are getting thrown out. So figure your shit out or you will be the one that - " He raises his head as Warren returns, a little earlier than he anticipated. Scrambling to his feet, he hurries to the door and pokes his head out.

"Hey are we going now? Or? Uh. What the fuck." He falters, seeing the state of him. "Are you going to tell me about the blood? Whose blood is that?"