There's a flicker of change in his expression, barely a breath's length, corners of his mouth drawing - not up, but flat and unsure. Lucas is sure that something is off, but he can't place what. That half-smile of Jade's, it's not unusual but it feels weighted to him.

Between them, Lucas has always believed, there is an understanding. Talking is difficult, but when one is ready, they'll always confide in the other. Comfort, security, trust. A door, always open.

His hand wavers a bit in the air before he settles on resting his fingers on her arm and leaning in close to conspire. He fixes a crooked grin on his lips, easing back into mischief. "Excellent idea," he whispers, volume of his voice dropping low in earnest, now. He glances at the rope separating them from the goods. "Hopefully they don't have any, you know, living critter detections set up, though."