Len looks from Jacob's hand to his face and back again. The floor is slippery, and his body is already tired. He's shivering beneath his clothes. Len has every reason to take Jacob's hand, and he's almost flattered by the offer. That he would bother to help up the man who almost froze him to death, and so easily gotten under his skin.

Which is why he brushes Jacob's hand away, and uses his gun to prop himself up. Because he doesn't want to give Jacob any ideas. Len doesn't need him, doesn't give a shit about him, and they're both here for one thing.

All that bling.

He doesn't need or want another partner.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Facing the glittering crystal vein, sparkles in his eyes. It isn't just the brilliance, or clarity, but that glow. Before Len knows what he's doing he's reaching over to touch one of the pulsing stones, with his bare hand, drawn in by it.

As soon as his fingertips make contact with the crystal a shock jolts him in his boots, strong enough to make him jump back with his hand held to his chest.

"Now that was stupid." A scowl, more at himself than anything, but the edges of his mouth are already curling into a smirk.

"For a place that's always running short on power, I bet an alternate energy source could prove real valuable."