Your dear Kestrel now, is it? ( he snorts, but jason's pulling himself back up to his feet using the shadows of the building to keep out of the light. offers a hand over to tim. ) You know me, I just can't leave well enough alone. An' it's fun to fuck with that guy's shit. His gang, his rivals, his chopshops--y'know.

( a loose lift of his shoulders, hand still out. )

Slumberparty, or truck? I can't get you in, but I can get you anywhere I can see without making a ruckus.

( jason's not one for stealth when he can find more fun methods of getting what he's after, but stealth's never hurt. and he'd be lying if he said he didn't use his fancy new shadow-jumping ability to sneak up on people. )