Jean-Baptiste caught the syringe mid-air and resisted the urge to jab it in his arm. It wasn't that he didn't trust Bob, but...well yes, he didn't really trust Bob that much. It was just how their partnership went, he didn't trust Bob and Bob maneuvered around Bertrand's psychoses. "Considering the money this is going to cost me, I want to know exactly what this is going to do to me before I shoot up" he went as the alarm began blaring. He followed Bob, pocketing the syringe and visibly excited at the prospect of taking his agressions out on living things, a big wide grin plastered over his face and hands twitching involuntarily. It was somewhat unsettling if you weren't used to it. "I know what you're saying makes sense, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to keep any of these suckers alive."