"Hold this for me," Ana says, and she tosses her rifle down to him so she can more easily drop down without the encumbrance. She's not worried about it being turned on her - it's loaded with heal darts, and having him try something with it would give her a good window of oppertunity.

Getting down from the tree serves the practical purpose of not breaking her neck if Jack Jr. decides he'd like to try knocking her down, but it's a cautious show of good faith on her part, too.

She eases down a couple of branches, then lands in a crouch that still jars her knees. She doesn't let it show. When she stands again, she gestures for her rifle back. "It's my word against their's, and mine isn't weighted with silver. Why are you interested in what I have to say?"