Cash is pitching his own tent when Reid approaches. Unlike some of his classmates, he actually doesn't hate doing this by hand. There's something soothing about the early steps — laying everything out and sorting all the pieces — which Cash is now doing with a ritual precision. He'll probably need a hand from his tent-mates when it comes to actually raising their shelter, but for now, he's happy to kneel on the tarp, counting stakes and threading tent poles through nylon.

Oh. Reid. Hi. His eyes flick up to where the other boy is standing, then back down to his tent as the silence stretches on. Reid's question, when it comes, earns him a look and the smallest of nods. If that isn't clear — and frankly, it may not be, depending on Reid's fluency in body language — Cash follows up a few seconds later with a wave of his hand. Yes. Of course we can. Go on.