Jacob doesn't really have much to do with animals. Cats? Never really seen the appeal of them, although he doesn't mind them. Dogs? Well he'd wanted one when he was younger but Desmond had been enough to put him off dogs for a while. Horses? Horses are different, and better than people.

He supposes though that this creature his closer to a deer than anything else, and he has no reason to dislike deer. Besides, Charles knows what he's talking about, and so he carefully moves closer, hand out, trying not to be threatening or threatened.

And despite a snort at first and a uncertain half-step back from the reindire, he butts it's nose into his gloved hand easily enough.

"Its coping with the fact the cockpit is smashed to hell." Jacob points out. "But maybe... its best left here."