When the shuffling of whoever the hell is out here with him grows a little quieter, a little more distant, Jay peers out from behind the tree, camera lens first.

He recognizes the silhouette instantly.

He's here. The hooded man is here. How long has Tim known?

Jay keeps watching, as silently as he can manage. The hooded man's only tried to attack him once, and that was when he was closed in and cornered, so maybe Jay's not in danger here.

He just wants to talk, for real this time. But he doesn't want to risk having the guy bolt like he always does.

All he can do for now is watch. Get as much footage as he can.

(And to do that, he's fully stepped away from the tree. If the hooded man turns around, he doesn't have any easy cover. If he has to, he can run.)