Jacque nodded curtly after Reema asked him to keep her clued in if his injuries took a turn for the worst, this was followed by a small snort of laughter at her remark about her armor. It did his heart good to know that the others were just as willing to watch out for each other was they were themselves. He gingerly placed leaned his sword against the trunk that housed the rest of his belongings and rolled his neck to relieve the stiffness that had taken root while he was leaned over his weapon. No sooner than he'd began to try to work out a kink near the base of his skull did he hear Elysia raising almighty Cain about keeping something away from her.

The hunter's brows shot up in surprise, he rolled off of his bed and existed his room to see what the fuss was about. He was treated to the sight of Roland and Reema hunched over the former's gunlance, and Elysia standing a good distance away looking all the world as though she was ready to punch someone. Though he'd only known her for a few hours at best Jacque was beginning to think the diminutive huntress was simply combative regardless of her surroundings. Still, there was something a bit off about her; he could see that her breathing was a bit irregular, her posture just a bit too rigid and tense, almost as though she was forcing herself to appear angry. Jacque subconsciously reached up and began to tug at one of his braids, a habit he'd formed many years back that he tended to do when something perplexed him.

He didn't dwell on it long however, as he wanted avoid rising tensions among the newly formed group. He briefly considered the best way to cut in before he got an idea. The hunter cleared his throat and lightly knocked on the door frame "[b]You know, you really ought to be more careful with your wording.[/b]". Jacque plastered on a mockingly suggestive smirk, "[b]Might give folks the wrong idea if they hear a woman yelling 'I'm not putting my face anywhere near that thing anymore' from inside of a guy's room.[/b]" he all but purred, adding with his statement a brief eyebrow wiggle. This sort of humor wasn't typically Jacque's sort of specialty, but it was the first thing that came to mind when he considered how to lighten the mood. With any luck it would disarm them all before something started.