It was a bit much, but that was sometimes the case. Even as she got away, Jax would quickly clean himself off, a bit satisfied. He was going to leave the caravan anyway, but now, he only had a better reason to do so. Grabbing his clothing and gear, swiftly donning his armor, Jax would head a bit further into the forest. It would have to lead somewhere, and to be honest to himself, anywhere else was better then going along with that caravan. At least he could go at his own pace, and not the pace of a damned snail.