Sig does his best to keep from getting distracted. "Maybe you should rest, then. Let someone else do it for a change." Jak looks at him from the corner of his eye and raises an eyebrow. "...Yeah. You're right. I couldn't do that either." Sig gives the thick shoulder a squeeze, then leans back on his arms. "You'd have to lock me up. Or cut off my arms. No - I'd just get 'em replaced," he chuckles. Jak snorts a little laugh and uncurls his posture. Sig grins at him. They sit for a moment, listening to the wind. The silence is companionable, but Sig can sense the unease still roiling through Jak's being. Sig is patient, though. Got to be, as a big game hunter. The most important part of the hunt is the stakeout.