"Stop, I think that’s Handy!" Sure enough, Jacques stopped his struggling, as did the thing beneath him. The torch was passed over, and the blue light revealed the prone form of the human, swaddled as he was in a monstrous mishmash of fabrics tied and held together for warmth, smoking and slightly charred from Thorax's earlier blasts. His form had been distorted underneath them, giving him a hulking, monstrous shape. His face was almost entirely covered, and a pair of very familiar eyes, one of which was now bruised, glared up at Jacques.