Dylan pushes past him, lunging for the radio too late, and goes down on his knees as he purposefully overbalances. He shoots Jack a look, though there's no heat behind it, relief and exhaustion lingering instead, and then grabs one of the fireplace pokers as he scrambles back to his feet again.

"C'mmere," he snarls, as he starts at Jack. Beneath that, he pushes a question a Jack mentally. Does he think he can keep up like this and still carry on the fight? Also, don't forget to grab the papers on the safe in Queens.