Pushing open the door to the garage, Sal gazed around very warily in search of any movement, whether it be from Jazz or even Gin. But there was nothing whatsoever to indicate that anyone was active within the vicinity. So he crept in quietly, closing the door gently, as to not alarm anyone who might have been hiding off beyond Sal's senses.
When he reached the middle of the garage, he frowned, stumped to find there was no one in the room at all. He was bummed, really, and decided it wasn't worth it to hang around and wait for Jazz. Just as he decided to return to the door, he caught a slumbering sigh in the air. The human spun around.
"Holy..." Sal bit back the rest of the thought as he realized he was standing right next to Jazz, who was easily three times his size. His shock quickly melted into mischieviousness. "Well, hello there, big guy..."
Going to work as fast as he could, Sal found some piping and scaffolding-type structures across the wall nearest to Jazz. He angled himself up them as best as he could, finally after some long attempts to get the toolbox out of several jams. With a heave-ho, Sal hopped over onto Jazz's shoulder, grinning like the little devil he was.