At the sensation of touch, Lucas tenses, but barely. Without pause, and surprising himself, he moves. Careful, hesitating, he stretches out his arm, shaking out his wrist - and the rows of colorful friendship bracelets secured there by Bash - and drapes it over Hazel's shoulder to pull her close, for comfort. Just a couple of scared kids, aware of all the danger in front of them and unsure of what to do besides move forward. Move forward and be brave.

He swallows. "I'm worried about that, too. But... nothing's going to fool all forty of us. Someone would figure it out. Our families will be safe." He pauses. "One week left, anyway. We'll make it."