Jacob skids to a stop, the man who jumped out of the shadows appearing in his peripheral senses. He turns, eyes following the path of the arrow in a greyed-out world, to where it strikes the wall and remains.

"You missed. I'd get going if I were you."

Oh. Wait. It's that grumpy arsehole from the baths. Typical. If anyone was going to turn up it'd be the Electric Wizard or this new, equally disagreeable man.

He glances around, still trying to find something weapon-like, and tears into another box. There's nothing but sickly-sweet smelling soap in there. Clearly one for his new friend.

"Mate, I'm not joking. We need to move."