Oh, of course. After he's done staring at the way her hair falls around her shoulders, Jamie is quickly captivated by the view. He has no doubt that Eleanor's practicality has positioned them in the best possible spot for overnight survival and comfort, so he ignores the vehicles and what he knows he should probably be doing to help set up camp, instead wondering closer to the lake until the crunch of gravel under his feet gives way to soft grass.

"There should be birds," he comments lazily.

Birds and insects and small animals scrounging for their evening meal. The lack of them doesn't alarm him, just makes him a little sad at what's happened to this world.