He was uncertain as he circled the camp, securing the area from possible threats. At any moment a spider could spring it's under-leaf trap, some rodent might think of him as lunch or worse, he could be smashed by a flicking tongue... And then there was the wrath of the Collector they had escaped that he was determined to not be caught off guard by. With the one used to this task out of commission, he would have to accept that if he were to fall, there would likely be one quick enough to come to his aid.