If that genuinely surprised Jasper (it did), he didn't show it. Instead, his brow knit with a very particular anxiety and he requested evenly, "Please don't do that in here." The office might not have looked like much now, but it was never too early to start enforcing the rules; powers and weapons could be left at the door, thank you. Maybe he should post a notice. There was no reason to sully this place with any bloodshed. There was no telling how that would end.
So the mutant alligator possibly in New York's sewers was assured to be defeated by explosives, but Jasper thought they might be able to avoid such drastic measures. It was just a baby, after all, how difficult could it be to capture and contain? The Fantastic Four might be interested in its unique properties, and no property damage had to occur. Quickly adding the thoughts to his notes, along with a list of any other parties Jasper thought might be interested in the study, he slowly drifted back around to the safe, non-explosive side of his desk. "How long ago was it all of this occurred?" he asked as he took his seat and righted the dropped telephone to clear himself a space to write. Hopefully, one of the ladies would be here soon to put more space between Jasper and their client.