Jack ducks behind one of the boardwalk shops' sidewalk displays at the sudden projectile, giving a little yelp. He peeks out as the trio of fish-headed people mill about in confusion, gawping in Alfredo's general direction. Yeah, not who he expected as a rescuer. He isn't sure if he's grateful or embarrassed. Probably a bit of both.

"It looks like he means business," he pipes up. "Better run along."