"I guess not." Jacob says, scratching the deer gently on its neck. It's actually not the worst creature he's met. And it doesn't seem very threatening. Maybe its presence will be useful.

"Alright, let's go on. This place has got to have something useful in it somewhere."

And he carefully drops his hand, so head with Charles carefully down the corridor. Of course, the reindire follows them, nudging at them, at hands and pockets, for petting and food, no doubt.