She's beginning to wonder where Rocky's gotten off to when his bark rings out. Trusting Frank's instincts, Jess mirrors them behind his back. She pursues a step behind and ends up at his side with her fists clenched. Whether the threat is a bear or a hitman, she'll protect Frank if he gets Rocky out of harm's way, but the plan dies on an exhausted scoff.

Still keyed up, Jess drops her head as her hands go slack. "Come on," she says as she coaxes Frank back into a walk, taking him softly by the arm. She calls for Rocky, and after a few increasingly stressed shouts, he returns to them with his tongue lolling out.

"Does he do that in the city?" she asks. They could talk about the respective paranoia noosed around their throats or they could talk about squirrels, make out, and sleep it off. Hard, painful conversations are a night two activity, at the earliest.