It's time like these that Jason wishes he had more control over storms. He's glad no one has thought to ask, probably figuring if he could do something he would, but that doesn't help him from feeling like he should have/could have done more to prevent this. Which, again, he knows is a completely illogical thought to have right now. He chalks it up to restlessness -- it's not as easy when there isn't a clear enemy to fight or objective to overcome.

He's no good at waiting either.

Jason was about to head back to the roof -- the storm doesn't really bother him -- but he stops when he sees Soldat going to leave as well. He glances at a window and then over to the door, "I'll come too."