Daxter had thought that there may be times when Jak lost it a bit. There were times, like in the wasteland after particularly hairy missions, when Jak would leap onto the nearest leaper lizard and drive the poor animal into a wild dash through the town and back again, until they reached their apartment from the long way around. He would hop off and leave the trembling lizard to stumble over and collapse in the nearest shadow.
Jak seldom looked around further than to make sure it was still alive. He just dashed up the stair and through the door, boots slamming against the floor as he crossed the main room to the smaller, windowless one further