Jake should be doing a lot more that day, and he knows it. He's got snare traps he wants to check on, seeing if they even work, and he should see if there's other ways he can help around the village. If nothing else he's determined to be helpful, to be the soldier that he vowed to be for the Losers, because he won't let himself sink into depression wondering just where Cougar is and what's going on with the unit.

Instead he's wandering the village, Cougar's hat curled up in his hand and not on his head, and trying to pretend he's doing much of anything but looking for the other man.

Realizing he hasn't hit up the mill in his search, he feels a bit of a perk at the thought it might actually be something useful for him to do. Ducking inside, pulling the door closed behind him and not realizing he's not alone yet as he pauses, letting his eyes adjust as he catches the waft of smoke.

Okay, either not alone or this is going to be bad.

"Uhmm, hello?"