While Jeff might object to being thought of as a dumbass, he totally almost does just what Waltz fears he might. Really, if it wasn't for the hand signal of SILENCE, the chances of him abruptly speaking up and inadvertently directing the monsters' attention to Waltz would have been... well, embarrassingly high.
It's not that Jeff's an idiot, it's just that the entire concept of strategy is totally alien to him, much like these wild (alien) animals, and this high tech compound on another (ALIEN) planet.
But to his credit, he just clutches the puppy closer to his chest and watches in silence as some dark shadowy something seems to extend from Waltz. He squints, trying to make out what it might be, but it's so dark here, and maybe his eyes are just playing tricks on him. Leave it to Waltz to have some kind of confusing mindfuck of a Gift.
He's almost as distracted by it as the boar-monsters are, but luckily, Waltz's impatient hand gesturing is so powerful that he can practically feel the other man glaring at him. Geez, even when he's playing the rescuer, Cameron Waltz is such a jerk!
Stuffing the puppy into his shirt as best he can, Jeff climbs down out of the tree, trying to find that sweet spot between silent and totally hauling ass. He only spares one quick look at where the boars have run off to before racing to join Waltz in relative (very relative) safety.
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It's not that Jeff's an idiot, it's just that the entire concept of strategy is totally alien to him, much like these wild (alien) animals, and this high tech compound on another (ALIEN) planet.
But to his credit, he just clutches the puppy closer to his chest and watches in silence as some dark shadowy something seems to extend from Waltz. He squints, trying to make out what it might be, but it's so dark here, and maybe his eyes are just playing tricks on him. Leave it to Waltz to have some kind of confusing mindfuck of a Gift.
He's almost as distracted by it as the boar-monsters are, but luckily, Waltz's impatient hand gesturing is so powerful that he can practically feel the other man glaring at him. Geez, even when he's playing the rescuer, Cameron Waltz is such a jerk!
Stuffing the puppy into his shirt as best he can, Jeff climbs down out of the tree, trying to find that sweet spot between silent and totally hauling ass. He only spares one quick look at where the boars have run off to before racing to join Waltz in relative (very relative) safety.