Jak is such a typical blonde. Pretty, but misses the obvious a lot.
"Jak, there's a bunch of metal heads at the pumping station. They've blocked off one of the pipes."
"Oh yeah? You should do something about that, Torn."
It usually takes the, "Jak, go and get rid of the metal heads and get the water back on," before he catches the hint.
Or this one. "Oh, Jak," lean closer, hold arms close to body to push cleavage out more, "won't you stay a help me for a while?"
He hasn't gotten it yet. He just smiles and says he's busy and doesn't seem to understand that she ain't askin' for help on the zoomers.
And this one too, "Jak, I've made a bit too much for just me. You can have the rest if you want."
"Oh, thanks, Tess."
Nope, Mr Perception hasn't picked up that Tess always makes too much nowadays, ever since she realised that he didn't eat unless he was actually feeling ill.
Or, my personal favourite, the little shiver and curl up. Another shiver, a small sigh, immediately followed by "It sure is chilly, huh? But I s'pose you don't feel it, eh, Jak?"
"Are you cold, Dax? C'mere."
And into the shirt I go.
Not that I'd ever abuse Jak's blonde state.