"Locke. Gift horse. Mouth. Don't." Jacob said half under his breath when Edward asked more questions. He was certainly curious but he didn't want to annoy their current guide, especially if there was a chance that she was going to be sticking them with needles. Save the more suspicious questions for the barman, he decided, at least then he could inspect the drinks himself.
"Just the smallpox jab," he confirmed. "I cannot speak for grandfather time here though, it might have been after his time." He remembered getting the shot, he and Evie had been young enough that during their playfights they would jam their thumbs into the other's injection sites to get the other to scream for a good week. Their father had been so cross and had ranted about how lucky they were to get the shots in the first place. He hadn't mentioned dates but he had said something about a great aunt or a great, great grandfather having a scarred face. None of it gave him insight now as to if Edward had been able to get the shot or not.
"If it is any comfort, my friend and I seem to be healthy enough that we aren't likely to infect anyone with anything." He offered.