Jacob almost chuckles at Tony's grimace on the Everclear. Maybe it was too strong for what he asked? And then Tony's coughing. Yea, too strong.

"I have other kinds if that's too hard on you. Whiskey might be better until you can work up."

Jacob develops a confused look.

"Living it? How? I mean, echoes aren't supposed to be that strong, are they? Have you ever had one like it before?" The concern grows more and more in his tone, almost as if he's alarmed by it.

When Tony points him to the wall, Jacob gets up to look. Covered in bullet holes and sword marks, his jaw hangs a little. Even amongst the rubble, the new marks are obvious. Damn... He turns back to Tony.

"Your echo made you do this?"