Cougar grunts when Jake asks what he does. "Too bright, too hot," he complains, because even if he did lie down to try and sleep, it wouldn't do anything. He'll end up tossing and turning, being a miserable fuck because he can't sleep and he wants to be curled under the covers for warmth, not sweating like they're back in Bolivia again.

There's the box of sleeping pills he'd stolen from Frank when he'd vanished, but he's also too wary to take them in case he's needed. "I will sleep later," he insists, with a glint of crazed madness in his eye.