He's not sure what to think about Sharon leaving him in the middle of the jungle with only a tree to hold onto and his ears, but he doesn't protest. She's got the only pair of working eyes around here.

Still, once she's gone he's tense, ready and waiting. She speaks almost too late - he had nearly convinced himself to shoot in the direction of the rustling leaves. He lowers his gun and stands, grip closing more firmly on her shoulder. "Tap your foot against anything I might trip over," he says quietly, "So I know it's there."