Jay was okay. Mostly. He'd kept the momentum he had from sliding but not gained anymore after he teleported, and the snow had broken his fall, though the layer of ice beneath it had guaranteed him some pretty bruises in the morning. "Motherfucking bastard son of a trannie whore." And yeah, maybe he failed at swearing, just a little, but no one was around to hear him anyways. At least, he didn't think anyone was.
As he struggled to his feet, he thought the shadows on the wall looked a little weird, but gave it only a passing thought. He was too busy cursing at the top of his lungs to worry about weird damn shadows.