God, if looks could kill Jean-Leon was pretty sure he'd have been murdered several times over. He pulled his head back, eyes wide. Yeah, he realized, that probably hadn't been the best way to approach this. Maybe he should have just let the guy flip out and then approach him but, well, hindsight and all that.
"Hey woah," he tried again, softer this time, an easy, gentle smile on his face. "You're alright man, you're okay. " He gave Rhett's shoulder a light squeeze, and didn't try to pull his hand away from the guy's grip. "There's no one else here. Just us, and I come in peace." With his free hand, he put up a hand, giving the signal for surrender before tentatively making a peace sign to emphasize his point. "Take some deep breaths, yeah? Lamaze it out."