Hold still—

[ He says as much as he gets the third thorn and then sits back. He's not sure if there are other that need to come out — he hasn't inspected Jayden too closely — but the number of breaks he's been needing to do damn near anything has increased to the point where everything feel exhausting. ]

I brought this...

[ From somewhere on his person — a pocket or a seam that's out of the way — Blake reveals the tracker he'd dug from his arm earlier in the week. He's been carrying it with him, hoping for help. He's heard it's worked, but they aren't here yet. And when they arrive, even then, will it be simple to get down to them? And who pays for what's happened?

Blake doesn't think anyone should get away with something like this. ]

It's a tracker. Help me get it on one of those guys — one of the Acolytes. Give topside all the damn information they want 'cause it's not doin' any more good on my person.

[ Having this goal sharpens his focus. His dark eyes almost look fully aware as he waits for Jayden to respond. He even offers out the tracker for inspection knowing the way paranoia could make his request sound skewed without proper proof of concept. ]