"Mhm," Jacob hums in amusement. "Very crude traps. Not my best work, but it'll do."

He points back in the direction he came from, if Midnighter can see the lines of string tied low between the tents, so the soldiers will trip if they get up in the night.

"Things to trip them, rigging tents to collapse, and I managed a few traps that should go off if they move in their sleep. Anything to interrupt their beauty sleep," he says with an excited gleam in his eye. He lives for this kind of chaos.