Jaeger listens intently, turns his attention to the offered phone, and oh, he wishes Shiroe hadn't said that because it fits far too well with the whole thing.

"It does look like an altar or shrine," he agrees quietly. "Which supports some very disturbing theories. This power is coming from somewhere, and it's probably being fed by the crowds."

Even more disturbing than a young man burning his hand to the bone, and then regenerating it. The ecstasy of flame, of being consumed. It's all so horribly bent.

He wants to sit down with all this information and go through it, but it seems time and circumstance won't allow for that. So it's going to be quick and dirty, and he'll just have to deal with that. It won't be the first time.