Dylan hums in response and hangs up, too, folding his arms as he leans that much more into the heating unit. Closing his eyes, he reaches mentally for the warehouse, not disarming his wards, purposefully placed or otherwise, but making sure Jack won't trigger them. That done, he pushes away from his perch, taking a handful of steps towards the edge of the roof, and disappears just as he reaches that tipping point before the fall. He reappears somewhere near County, still stalking forward for a few steps before he finally slows, stops, settles into wait for Jack.

The warehouse, meanwhile, is quiet and still when Jack arrives. It's quiet and still and still furious somehow, carrying an echo of Dylan's presence, his mood. The air all but seethes, overhead lights flickering on violently as Jack enters, a handful of candles on the workbench following suit, but that's all. Despite the apparent fact that the place is oddly, jarringly agitated for all that a place shouldn't be able to be anything, it's at least tolerating Jack's presence here.