Jean fervently sifted through dusty boxes, preparing the campgrounds for the impending outdoor stint with the rest of the group. With a grunt, he muscled a weighty box aside, his determination evident in each strained movement. As he brushed the grime from his hands, preparing for the next round of lifting and shifting, his path unexpectedly collided with yours. He snorted in annoyance, meeting your presence with an indignant scoff. "Eyes in short supply, or just blind luck? Pay attention."