Alma doesn't even try to hide the fact that she rolls her eyes at him, settling back onto her heel as she looks up at him. She doesn't know about the connection, isn't a mind reader or any kind of mentalist, so she doesn't know that that's his concern.

Not that it would matter. It's still stupid.

"The Horsemen love you, Jacob," she reminds him. "You." She pokes him in the chest - but then flattens her hand, just resting it over his heart. "They know you, both sides of you, all of you, and you're not going to scare them - or me - away."