From where Amy's lying prone, she's got a decent view of the fox escaping with her pants, but smirks vindictively when Jax manages to peg it with a rock, though it misses the actual animal and sort of skitters to the side. Her face falling, she drags herself onto her arse to sit there, cross-legged, like she's forming some kind of annoying protest.

Really, she's just too tired to actually move. "Probably because the rest of this place wasn't bad enough," is her heavily sarcastic, annoyed response. "Have they been trying to get you naked, too?" she quips.