[ When Aranea gets close to his downed victim Jake gives them both space, not too eager to be within reach of her despite their considerable size difference -- you don't live long as a mercenary without employing as much caution as nerve, carefully balancing the two. Looking at her too closely when she turns her head has his training kicking in, starting to read her lips before he quickly averts pale eyes just in case.

Does he want to find out if that drug forces him to obey non-verbal commands too? No, not really. ]

Sorry, already told you. Can't make out a thing. [ His finger taps one ear, perfectly well-plugged. ]

This guy a friend of yours? Figure we oughta' stick to yes or no questions to make things easier.