That was just another in a series of very weird things to happen to Jasper since waking up under an hour ago and he barely had the energy for it. In fact, he barely had the life left in him for anything, but he still managed to turn curiously from where he kneeled in the rubble of the building he had just fallen out of the sky onto, not even sure if he was the one to cause the disaster at this point, to watch Captain America emerge from the ground.
Weakly, he raised his good(ish) arm to give a listless salute, and welcomed, "At your service, sir," actually serious despite the lack of commitment and dust coating his face and throat making him raspy and dulling his senses. Maybe between them they could extract themselves from this clearly escalating situation. There was definitely no way Jasper was handling worse. With a pulsing protest from every muscle, joint and bone in his body, Jasper pushed himself up unsteadily to a cautious crouch, hand out to keep his balance as he picked his way through the mashed ingredients of a regular, downtown office building, now unrecognizable, toward Cap to help him out of the mix.