After the fifth or so grenade, Ian starts hearing police sirens in the distance, getting gradually closer to his location. He gets the distinct feeling that getting caught blowing stuff up in the woods isn't going to earn him any favours and is PROBABLY going to ruin any sort of favour he'd gotten with the local authorities. He should probably get running.
Ian probably doesn't care but still, getting arrested is PROBABLY not a good idea.
Ian looks around in confusion for a few moments before jumping into the trees. He always knew the bureaucrats were in league with the squirrels. Never did like the pigs anyways. Except for Cousin Saphira. She's nice.