Jane suddenly looked up and fixed the Harbinger with an annoyed stare. "What, did I imagine I would get bailed out of danger in the middle of a jungle by a hyperactive schoolgirl with questionably-colored hair and a rapid-fire smallarm and a talking animal? No. No, I did not."

That done, Jane hesitated for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked down at his feet. He reached behind him and pressed a hitherto-unseen button on his backpack, and the parachute suddenly zipped back inside with a soft [i]thwump.[/i] That done, he absently kicked a dead branch lying on the forest floor, then began to trudge along slowly, slowly fishing rockets out of a pouch around his waist and loading them into his launcher. "...L-Let's just keep going. The kid's gonna need all the help she can get."