[Sid just grunts in reply, his eyes glued to his quarry. Only after a long wait does he deem it safe to take his gaze and place it on Cain instead, acknowledging.]

If you're not out for a simple stroll, then you're on the hunt for that one over there, I take it.

[His voice is as low as it will go, his head ducked below the rock as much as his height will allow. For a while, he's forced to sink back behind it fully as the man peers at such an angle that might reveal his position.]

He's paranoid. Don't push your luck.