Jason approached the ground at a blurred pace, having not tried to soften his fall. His feet crashed against asphalt with a cracking roar, dust blasting up around him as he bent his knees slightly with the force, his hands still in his pockets. Straightening, he glanced down. A splintering and cracked crater, he stood in, and he quickly analyzed the space. "A dozen feet around." he murmured, looking back up at the sky. He didn't fall too far, apparently. But he did fall fast. Walking over to the Agents, he paused mid-step, his form shifting with fleshy crimson and black biomass. he now wore a form-fitting, seemingly armored black hoodie with some sort of glowing, pulsing red tribal emblem on the back, with the hood up, along with dark jeans and combat boots. He took the hood down, and continued the short walk.