Listening to the girl, Jacob regarded her with both caution and interest. The mention of this 'Scorn' caused a sort of mental itch though, as the name sounded familiar but Jacob couldn't quite put his finger on it. Beginning to space out again, the girls words began to fade out but Jacob quickly snapped back to reality when he was pushed forward.

"Woah, hey," he said bitterly, taking a few steps away and quickly checking all his pockets to be sure nothing had been stolen from him. Not like he had much to steal though; his pills, about 45 cents, and a couple of tissues. "Okay kid, back up a second, are you a conduit? How the **FUCK** do you know anything about me?!" Jacob asked, pointing an accusing finger towards Natasha. _"It's because she's been watching you- she's after you- run- hide- like you always do- baby_," a few disconnected voices spat, trying to answer the question for him. Despite trying to look threatening it was a little clear that he was the one feeling threatened, like how a blowfish makes itself look bigger.