With the blast of sand Jacob had lost the skull hoodies, and was desperetly trying to search for them in the crowds now scattered about the streets. "[i]Great job, Sherlock. You lost them,[/i]" someone behind him sneered, eliciting a growl of frustration from Jacob. Angrily he spun around, about to mouth off at whoever it was but hearing them speak first. 

For a moment Jacob just stood there confused, not really understanding the change in tone and briefly trying to look behind the man to see if anyone was with him. "[i]His jacket, moron,[/i]" someone murmured, and Jacob's attention was draw to hood which though it was down, he recognized the jacket as one of the ones below on the street. "Oh, uh, yes. I think," Jacob replied, having lost a fair chunk of what the man had said while bickering with himself mentally. "Um, my name's Jacob," he then blurted, trying to put behind what confusion he had.