Team Jeff!
Even with all the faith he put into his friends and their power, Jefferson was casting a heavy sweat watching the demon cook under Emma's fire and being sauteed by Mary Margaret and Hook. Ugh, he was such a dead weight.
With the coast seemingly clear and the draw of the rift ever strong as they had neared, Jefferson glanced around (several times in a panic) before hesitantly making his approach to the rift. Don't do anything stupid, Emma had practically smacked into his skull before they left. Unfortunately all of this felt very stupid.
His stomach sank while under the tear, shimmering and gleaming with other wordly energy, it was nothing like the familiar portals of his hat. Well of course, he wasn't letting in demons with his magical artifact. Grunting at the tug and pull, crackle of light and magic from his palm Jefferson held it above his head and--vooom, the rift was drawing from the anchor in the mark.
Briefly, he thought he would get sucked in, but the magic made a popping noise as the tear flashed with disruption, bursting with an elaborate display of light and...more demons. But, it did close. A little. "It let more in!!" Of course it did. Why wouldn't it, it was attached to him.