Bree hadn't planned on asking Jasper for anything. He was terrifying and she was already freaked out from slipping up this morning. She had been caught off guard, okay? What was she supposed to do when someone so menacing stood over her in her sleep?
He was a head taller than her in this body but it would have been closer to two feet if she had been in her own. His neck was about the size of the real Bree's thigh and he had more muscles than the Hulk. A human mountain like that could snap her like a toothpick without breaking a sweat.
He never had any expression on his face, his eyes made you feel like he was dissecting you with them, and he had hair as black as an abyss. The long, thin scar from his forehead across his nose and down the other cheek didn't help in terms of intimidation. According to the novel, it was from a knife fight he lost as a child.
