It doesn't take Roque long to figure out that Jake Jensen is more amused by the amount of knives he has on his person at any given time than anything else. In fact not four days after meeting him, he's treated to the sight of the wicked looking blades the kid carries himself. The hunting knife is the first one he catches sight of; it has a gut hook at the end and was serrated along the edge, all of it was wicked sharp and was normally tucked securely into a sheath towards the right side of his back—at least it had been until Roque had caught sight of it.
It had surprised them all when Roque had gone on trying to torment the kid, playing with Jensen's knife, about being more aware of his surroundings until Jensen had grinned a grin that was borderline unhinged and just a mite too toothy and reached around his laptop and pulled out one of Roque's blades.
Clay frowned, knowing he had warned the kid not to touch Roque's knives, and Pooch and Cougar tensed ready to step in if it got messy.
Jake held in the cackle that tried to break free as he watched his new XO fix an ugly stare at him, but he had been tempting fate for a long time now, especially when his sister had a similar fascination with bladed weapons as Roque. He'd learned the basics of knife fighting with Caitlin and the freaks that tried to get him on the streets and he knew more than enough about fighting dirty and using the strength lent to him from the fish part of him when he had too. This was just posturing and once Roque knew that he'd fight back all of it would smooth out, he'd probably still be regularly threatened being stuck with the knives when he would least expect it, but that was all they would be—threats.
The other three watched as Roque snarled at their new kid and stalked towards him, the knife held in a surprisingly loose grip. The two of them stood nearly nose to nose, Jensen almost the same height as the rather tall hulking mass of the XO, and stared for a good moment where Clay began mentally using ever cuss in every language he knew about the paperwork that would be generated when his second laid out the tech when almost simultaneously the two traded the knives and Roque walked away, no blood spilt.
The other three didn't know how to react, especially with all of the adrenaline their bodies had produced in preparation for the fight they had been anticipating.
Jake's feral smile fell back into a normal grin as he looked at the others as they stared at him, "What? I just dealt with him like I do Lin when she's pissed; they both have this odd obsession with knives and tend to be scary as fuck when they want too. As long as I don't back down or show fear she usually leaves me alone or just smacks me upside the head and cusses me out in Chinese or Spanish." He paused as he thought back to the various times Lin had ever been that angry with him and others, "Then again, sometimes it's better to steer clear of her and the kitchen. She's really good at compensating with unbalanced blades, specifically steak knives, though she did manage to slice through her ex's ear and pin part of it the cupboard door with a paring knife when he came over trying to apologize for cheating on her once."
Clay just stares at the kid before turning and walking out of the living room, shaking his head and muttering about volatile women and thanking a God he doesn't believe in any more that he has rules about getting involved with family of his subordinates. Cougar blinks and tips his hat to cover his eyes and twitching lips, thinking back to his sisters and his abuela and mama telling them the best way to use a knife to either properly prepare a chicken or castrate a man, his father telling him that was why he loved his mother—she wasn't afraid to hurt him when he was being stupid.
Pooch is the only one who laughs and claps Jensen on the shoulder, "Man, Jay, either Jolene and Caitlin are going to love each other when they meet or they'll hate each other with prejudice. My Jo isn't afraid to work someone over when it's needed, I remember when we went out with one of her friends and her fiancé and this 'two dollar skank,' as Jo called her, threw herself at him. Man, I hadn't known that ears bled that much, that Jo could pull out that much hair when she wanted, or leave such deep scratches before that fight. My girl sure can be a right bitch when she wants to be," his grin was the toothy one this time, "wouldn't have her any other way either."
Jensen just laughed a little and shook his head, his mind still partly on Lin and the other checking over his own knife, making sure Roque hadn't sabotaged it in some way.