A thumb moves towards the tracker, tangentially prompted by the question, but he wouldn't have needed the reminder anyway. It jams against the button, killing the flashing light and everything connected to it in the process, only responding after it's already off.

"Technically yes, but it wouldn't be the first time I shut it off to get a little privacy. They're used to it by now."

They don't like it, but they're used to it and more or less know to leave him be unless he takes forever about getting back.

"Saw one a half mile or so back, if you can make it that far."