"You made a whole guy for that?" Zooble asked, arching an eyebrow.

Caine shrugged nonchalantly.

"Whatever the case, it's clear there's some serious tension between you all now. So maybe what we need are trust exercises," he declared, raising his hands with a hint of enthusiasm.

Zooble crossed her arms, eyes narrowing.

"I'm not falling into Jax's arms, if that's what you’re implying," she said, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Caine grinned, undeterred.

"Relax, this will be a two-way trust exercise. You’ll each have to trust one another — no betrayal allowed."

With a snap of his fingers, a large, box-like house materialized, complete with a door.

"This is a private room," he explained,

"where nobody can see or hear you once you're inside." He paused dramatically before adding,

"And this—" his cane suddenly transformed into a gun, its metal gleaming ominously. "—is a loaded gun."