Jay didn't remember ever experiencing fear. Fright, maybe, he'd been in some weird fucked up situations. But actual fear for his life? Never. Until now. Somehow the thought of a person ripped to shreds hit even him, and there was no way he could remain oblivious and happy as usual. "Shiiit..." He whispered, slumping down to the floor, spilling some beer in the process.
"Ooooh, that! Yeah. Silent Bob didn't say anything? Shit..." A little tiny bit of worry could be heard in his voice now. This and what Shannon had said before...Yeah.
Jay motioned to the door, because he didn't feel like getting up and she was already standing. "They're outside. Bring me one."