Nothing beat lounging a bit in the shade of his porch awning. The scent of slow cooking fresh meat still making his mouth water. The pitcher of the tasty cold beverage already finished off, and refilled once more. Oh there were all kinds of things he could have been doing to be productive. However none of them held any real interest for Bear right then. So instead the man just sat in his chair; savoring slow sips of the alcoholic drink and relaxing in between the times when he had to get up to take care of the grill. When he spotted her again the Sheriff thought nothing of it. If anything the man just figured she was back for a bit more food, or maybe a spot of his company. Either was fine with him. So when she waved the large man just offered a wave back to San.