Cougar's used to being on missions with Jake. He knows what it means -- long rambling bouts of idiocy broken in with some genius, a lot of abuse of classic songs, and the nudity. With a sigh, Cougar remembers how many times Roque had threatened to cut off parts of Jake's anatomy if the nudity continued and how many times he'd had to pointedly clean his gun while the barrel pointed straight at the man.

When he peers out from his sightline from where he's perched on a roof with a set of binoculars and sees Jake wandering out into the wild wearing so little, he rolls his eyes and starts a dismount before someone gets it in their head to pick a fight with his idiot friend.

He shimmies his way down a drain pipe and starts briskly walking towards Jake, picking up someone's drying clothes on his way so that as soon as he gets close enough, he can throw it at Jake, brows raising up to the hat line (there'd been a tarp hat here, strangely enough, like it's meant just for him), before a tip of his head to the side.

In Cougar-ese, which Jake is fluent in, he'll understand the very pointed, Put some fucking clothes on before someone decides to have an issue.