Jacob doesn't react when the other man reacts exactly as he thought he might, letting that hand that should be holding a blade come close to his throat without so much as blinking. It's a chance, and a huge one, but he is self confident enough to believe that if he had been hiding a knife, Jacob will be quick enough to avoid it.

"Right. Okay then. Good to know you, Nameless One," he teases, though the expression in his eyes is much more serious than his words. Not after the way he moves, and the missing ring finger. Well. Definitely not what Frye is expecting. He's heard stories of this place and how it plays with time, but now he truly has to wonder what is going on here.

"I'm Jacob and I guess I'm going to watch over you until you figure out who you are. Not going to leave you to kill some people without thinking about it."

Which isn't entirely joking then, worrying about what might happen if he does get armed before he remembers.

He looks over what he's wearing, considering. "You can't have been here long. Come on. Let's get to the store room and see what we can work out for you. Something with a hood," he says, touching his makeshift one once more. "Drove me nuts not having it, I admit."