Jacob would drop it, because she clearly wanted him to, and he was thinking she was about two seconds from telling him to fuck off. So he nodded, even if he would still be concerned. Especially if he lived here with his daughter. That would matter. And of course his protective nature was in high gear now in regards to her, so there was that.
“Thanks,” he said drily, thinking there was a hell of a lot more he needed to learn. And fast, because it all seemed ready to blow up spectacularly. Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn't, but it seemed primed for it. “...I'll let you get back to your work,” he added, because he didn't want to wear out his welcome so fast.
Savannah didn’t regret informing Jacob of the current situation in Austin. It was the same information she’d given all the survivors at LBJ after Gray’s murder and Jacob needed to know all the facts so he could make an informed decision about whether he wanted to stay or not. Best to know what kind of fight was in store from the get-go.
“Right. Thanks for stoppin’ by. Glad everything checked out down in medical,” she said, though her voice didn’t hold quite the same warmth as it did when he first showed up. She was all agitated after talking about Gray and repeatedly defending her own safety, her usual ‘everything’s fine’ front was wearing a little thin.
Jacob nodded. “Thanks for everything, Savannah,” he said. He glanced back at her for a long moment, almost looking like he was going to say something more, but he wound up thinking better of it. Turning, he left the room, feeling unsettled. He didn't like leaving things like they seemed, but he was new here, he knew that, and he didn't want to fuck this up so quickly. Sure, he was used to fucking up, but the world had changed. This seemed like a good bet and he needed to not break it before he even settled on anything. So he left, even if it was against his sensibilities.