When Jay passed the man with the covered face, he'd noticed something...a bit off about him, and it piqued his curiosity enough to make him pause. The street was uncrowded, and Jay decided, after a moment's thought, to flick his tongue out and get a taste of the air. No one would notice, and it would allow him to perceive better what was so strange about this man. With a flick of a temporarily forked tongue, Jay tasted...death. Decay. Enough to make him gag on it audibly. The face had been hidden from view, but not Jay's sense of taste.