Jacobi might have his nose buried in his phone, but he's still an agent. Armed to the teeth and situational awareness high enough to step around a single piece of gum on the ground. He's not letting anything slip by him. And he's highly aware of the man with him. "I can get coffee if you want to get gas," he says without looking up.

He does hold out a hand expectantly. "Before I fucking freeze to death out here."