The lightning that illuminated the room gave Jake a brief view of the girl. She didn't look like a threat, disregarding the metal in her grip. He decided to take the initiative and went into the light. "Jake," he answered, his gaze steely. He was quite a sight - electric green mohawk flattened by the rain, soaked tanktop clinging to his chest, eyeliner smudged, studded belt gleaming. He wouldn't have been surprised if she felt threatened, though he made no hostile moves.