Jerus had watched the entirety of the exchange with a terse look on his face, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon the moment the now confirmed insane person had pushed him out of the way and approached Mina again. Then she'd drawn her gun and put it to his jaw, making him regard the situation with sudden worry and tension. Should either party move to do harm, he doubted he could intervene in time, but he could most certainly take the opportunity to kill the insane one. It made their trip considerably less dangerous for all it concerned in the matter.

Jerus had heard the new arrival, who'd introduced himself as Seth, come up behind him, but he would rather deal with the situation at hand and defuse it before he talked to anyone else. He could sense that something was very different about Mina and Mason's sword, but he had no means of ascertaining what it was, and he sighed in relief on the inside when Mason convinced Mina, who had placed her gun barrel against mister insane-o's forehead, to let it lie, although mister insane-o had put his knife to her throat in response. Turning to Seth, though he didn't let go of his katana's hilt, he smiled. "I am Jerus. Pleasure to meet you, Seth."