Jeff's brows go up, eyes widening as Toji approaches the fallen kelpies like this is just another regular Tuesday for him. And is that-- does he have a sword? A dagger? No, it's like neither and both. Like a sword and a dagger are fucking each other.

Slowly, he lowers his hands from his ears, though he's going to stay put right where he's standing, half-convinced they're going to pop back up and laugh off the... multiple gunshot wounds. He's still staring at his attackers when Toji asks his question.

"Huh?" Jeff blinks, pulling his gaze up from the bodies. "Oh, um... Kelpies." If the circumstances were different, and they weren't standing in front of three bodies, Jeff might actually be proud of himself for remembering that. Slowly, he takes a few steps closer, peering down at them with a weird sort of queasy feeling brewing in his guts.

"Fuck... They really are dead. Dude, you fucking killed them!" Somehow, he manages to sound startled by the news, even though he was right there when it happened. "I'm gonna puke."

Don't mind Jeff. He's never been this close to a dead body before, let alone three.