Jake sighs, rubbing at his neck, pressing hard at the base of his skull. Feeling a headache coming on, just in thinking about what he saw in Cougar's mind.

"Roque. He sold us out for money, set us up to die so Max could get away and sell snukes and..." He closes his eyes, drawing slow, deep breathes to try and calm himself. "And when I get upset about it, I blast holes in things."