As if sensing the change in the other man's demeanour Jez casts an amused sideways glance at Archie and laughs huffily.

"I'm looking for somebody," he explains briefly before returning his gaze to examine the compass with a brief frown. He looks up, following the line of the arrow in to the murky darkness of the road but seems unimpressed with the results as he snaps the device shut again.

"That storm you were chattin' about earlier? You're right. Definitely bad news." Jez casts his eyes up to the heavens; despite his scoffing words earlier he's really just as worried about it as anyone else. "And yet... probably the least of our worries."

Bad things are on the horizon, Jez knows this for a fact, but he purses his lips against saying anything further and lets his words hang in the storm-pressed air between them.