After Jaime had been briefly kidnapped by the Khaji-da, the scarab in his back. The scarab finally landed Jaime somewhere safe, and by safe, the scarab meant on top of a rooftop.

Jaime was sighing a little, trying to catch his breath and was hunched over, hands on his knees, gasping for air. “No me manches…” he mutters.

“Host overracting.” Khaji-da spoke in his mind.

“Overreacting?! You just KIDNAPPED me!!” Jaime says out loud. Just as he tries to get down he sees you in the window.