Of all the things that could have happened there, what does is definitely the strangest and most unexpected Jotaro could possibly imagine. At the flash of green Star Platinum materializes between Jotaro and the man, the very same self-preservation that'd summoned him in the first place the only shackle keeping the Stand from lashing out immediately; Jotaro's body, meanwhile, jerks and then goes rigid, his forgotten cigarette dropping from his fingers just in time to avoid a burn, and he has to shake his head a few times before he's mentally functional enough to send Star away and face his host himself.

"Jerking my mind around like that's not good idea either," he says, though it doesn't sound nearly as threatening as it might have had this been another Stand user or some mouthy punk back home. Jotaro's not above being a little petulant now and then, but he knows better than to start throwing punches when he's so far out of his league.

"Why the hell not just show up this way from the beginning?" It could have avoided the vaguely seasick feeling, for one thing...