Jarod files that away for later questioning--given his presence in this place there's no question of the existence of multiple worlds, and the studies he'd been following very closely during his time at the Centre, the notion doesn't surprise him.

He just wants to know what this person knows.

However, there's running to be done, and the snarl of the rag woman behind them triggers as ready a 'fight or flight' response as the sound of squealing tires or Miss Parker's voice ringing in his ears.

Spotting the tavern up ahead, where he currently has a room, Jarod risks a glance over his shoulder at the creature on their heels.

I'm empty. I need them. I need to share, want to share...

Empowered by a fresh surge of adrenaline and a goal, Jarod shifts to grab his compatriot's hand and tugs them to follow as he makes a beeline for the Oak & Iron.

"Come on! I think we'll be safer among other people."