Cyrano yawned. He'd been out here for hours now--how many, he couldn't say--and still there was no sign of, well, anything really. Quite a disappointment. Very difficult to collect specimens if no such specimens presented themselves. He could take samples of the plants, he supposed, but those weren't of much interest or use to him at the moment; he'd probably pick up a few to feed whatever he managed to catch, but otherwise he ignored them.
"You could set up camp for the night, you know," said a clipped voice from his pocket. "Get some rest, for once. No one would think you the worse for it--at least, I certainly wouldn't, and there's no one else here." This was Roman, who had not actually entered the rainforest; instead he waited in the hotel they'd found in a small but well-appointed town near Cyrano's chosen research site, checking in every hour or so to make sure Cyrano wasn't dead or anything.
"I hear this is a very popular research destination, so you may not be correct on that score," Cyrano said. "Regardless, I'm not worried about my reputation. I just don't want to miss anything! Suppose some great and as yet unknown creature passes me by in the middle of the night?" His last field expedition had been a definite failure, and he didn't want to repeat that fiasco.
"You have to sleep sometime."
"We'll see, my friend."