Given Hazel's height, it's still easy for the farm hand to catch Jack's glare from behind her--as it is, her 'harmlessness' certainly puts him a little more at ease, and he sighs.

"He would have been around the north gate," he explains, gesturing toward the woods. "There's a trail that loops around there..."

"Hn." Jack, of course, takes that as his 'leave'. "Then we search the trail!"

"IT- It's really not necessary--!"

Too late friend there's a search party going on.