Preston watched unflinchingly as the other guy instantly lost his cool. It was almost funny too him. He was surprised that this guy went for the bait so easily. The Autumn's eyes narrowed at Jake's arm, watching it turn into a very large, and very metallic, heavy arm artillery. "That's new," He muttered lowly to himself. The others stepped in before he could do much more. He eyed Sophia as she quickly slipped off the black glove, holding it to the asshole threatening. He didn't know what he was expecting. Maybe for it to be black and creepy? But no, her hand looked completely normal. If he was in Jake's situation, he might've thought it was a bluff.
He'd almost forgotten about the weird quiet soul before she'd stepped in front of him, a large green shield separating them from the others, and a large incidental gust of wind adding a bit of show to the situation. Of course, Preston couldn't help but look for at least a second, hoping that at least her behind wasn't as flat as her chest. He hadn't the chance to figure out if he was disappointed or not. "So much for getting along," Pres sighed with mocking wistfulness. He put his hand on Anima's shoulder, leaning over just enough to peek over her shield. "Now would be a good time to run-off for you, before the lovely lady kicks your ass?"
