Tony's hair would not surprise Jacob, considering his own is silver from the echoes. He rolls his eye as he looks at Tony.

"If you've got time to make jokes, don't you think you should be helpi-" he cuts himself off with a cringe as a ghost floats closer to him. Why doesn't fire work on these things? He freezes up a bit.

"Hey, if you can't defend yourself, you should get out of here," he says in the most firm voice he can muster, but there's more than a few obvious cracks in it.

As he faces back toward the ghost, wondering what to do, his face pales further as he recognizes the one before him. His jaw drops and his brow furrows sadly, forgetting for a moment that Tony is there.