Every single moment of this mission screamed boring, yet Joran could not classify the mission as boring in the slightest. Stakeouts always seemed to be the worst possible mission to draw in the grand scheme of things, especially when it comes to being solo. The enigma to all of this was the younger woman that had decided to keep him on his toes. Though, he couldn't complain as she was more than happy to put up with him for the duration of the mission.

The moment he felt he lean into his body, he decided to lean back into her for the moment as he thought about stealing some of the dried fruit that she had in the bowl, which meant the moment she went to pop one into her mouth, his hand quickly snatched it from the air and tossed it into his own mouth. "While I definitely agree with you, then we wouldn't have all this time together." Though he felt her foot slowly poking at his side.

"It's the same damn thing... Nothing. No one has entered, or left." Reaching down, he started to actually massage her feet a bit, not even realizing that he was actually doing it. Something was definitely on his mind, as this had to have been the quietest he had been the entire time in two days.

Joran's attire seemed to be entirely more relaxed that usual, his hair was actually down for the moment. The solid black under-armor shit gripped tightly to his body, something that was clearly meant to be wore underneath his chest plate, along with some baggy pants that matched the shirt color. He continued to stare directly out the window as he pulled her foot up into his lap so he could massage it a bit better. "This stays between us."