[Jax is confused for a second as Allison starts addressing him, but soon gets to his feet when he realises what she's talking about.

He's on the defensive, tensing up, indignant, a flare of rage at the insinuation that he let this happen. After all, this Jax had no idea what was going on. And then there was worry, a tensing of the muscles in his favoured arm at the lack of a weapon, and, yes, even a flash of fear at that golden flash.]

What the hell're you talkin' about?! I didn't even know what was happening. He just showed up like this.

[Those words contain all of the above emotions, before they eventually settle. The next ones? They're just cold.]

I suggest you get your damn facts straight before ya go accusin' folks of doin' shit, darlin'.