Jacobi fucks around on his phone, letting his charge, while he waits. And then when it goes up, he shoulders his bag and heads out towards the building. His heart's pounding, the world shrinks, and he shakes off the mission-jitters as he walks.

He's nonchalant enough, though aware of every single movement around him. Maxwell chimes in, sounding remarkably well.

"How much Dayquil did you take?" Jacobi mutters, getting a huff in return. "Alright, I'm at the building. Give the word and I'll go in."

And then his three minute window starts.