The instant Eremit puts a finger on Jaakko, he balls a fist, ready to punch that loving mask off his face. He stops himself as they'll brig him and probably find an excuse to shoot him.
Jaakko grabs the wrist of the hand that Eremit's pressing into his chest with one hand, gripping it as if he were trying to crush it, and throws it away back towards Eremit. His other hand is in a fist, resting just below his waist.
"Some son you are, selling out. A real son of a bitch- Say, is that part about the Coalition the Imperial state-issued opinion for today?"