At the sound of Jesse's voice, he turns around quickly, his feet fumbling over the counter as he goes. He nearly slips off of the counter, but leans back into the cabinets as a save, his knees bent and hands gripping to one of the cabinet handles for purchase. "Oh, a pry bar." Well, that's not very promising. But he does recognize this kid. He's one of the many that he's already talked to today. He holds out a placating hand, then immediately regrets the decision, grabbing for the cabinet handle once more before he slips off of the counter.

With great care, he climbs down off the counter top and smooths a hand down over his tie, attempting some level of collected cool. He's going to stay right here while the kid still has the big metal object, though. "I am intimidating our captors into a state of confusion and unease." Yeah, let's go with that. It's better than 'I got frustrated and kicked the wall.'