"Please, like you haven't done harder," Jason calls back as he goes.

The back entrance into the kitchen has been left ajar for them, and there is indeed a walk-in freezer, which Jason has also left open. Only the freezer is illuminated. Cuts of meat line the walls, but there's room for a metal chair and a bit of space to move around it. Jason has thoughtfully laid out a few tools. Some he brought, like pliers, but some he clearly raided from the kitchen, like the meat tenderizer. He goes to give Helena a hand, to get Jennings into the chair and fastened to it.

"Hi," he says blandly, circling back around to face Jennings, crouching there with one friendly hand on Jennings' shoulder. The helmet simply reflects the Militiaman's face back at him. It's probably obvious if it hadn't been earlier that the helmet has some kind of voice modulation built into it — it's just especially noticeable in the enclosed space. "So what'll it be, Henry? What do you value the most: your hands, your eyes, or your balls? You do have those, right? Huntress, you wanna check if he has any balls?"