Lazarus hasn't yet been in a fight, but he's as winded as if he had been throwing and taking punches all night. He's in poor shape and all the smoke and running have done his stamina no favors. He looks up blearily at the approaching individual, on guard because he has no idea who was the cause of this current dire situation, but when he sees Jacob up close, his dark eyes widen.

"What's happened? I'm trying to find out what I can about this, and who's responsible. What do you know?" he asks breathlessly, eyes on Jacob's arm and face tense with concern.