Staying where he is, crouched down, on the balls of his feet and at the ready, Jacob watches the man to be sure that it is a case of accident and not identity. Despite so many reassurances, he's not willing to accept this place is beyond the work of the templars.

Not that the man looks anything like one, he realizes as he rises with that apology.

"No apology needed. I mean, we all lose control of our ... Nope, going to guess you've been playing with the machine, haven't you?" Okay, maybe he's a fool for avoiding that. Though for the sake of his ego and lack of humility, maybe it's a good thing.