All of Lucas hesitates for a moment, a bunch of small movements stuttering to an awkward stop as he starts to shift in his seat, starts to talk and starts to reach out all at once. That's too many things. Pick a boot order, Kowalski.

The plane? Well, that's a good place to start. It makes him smile. A small thing, but terribly fond - or, no, something warmer and more familiar even than fond - as his gaze tracks up from Bash's sweatshirt to his face. There, his words finally find him.

"Pain in the ass. It'd make me feel better, though. I'm afraid." Lucas admits. And then interrupts himself, "--I know. I'm always afraid. But..." He extends a hand, careful but comfortable with the space invasion it commits, fingers reaching for the zipper on Bash's hoodie. "You-- you're a ton of wonderful things. A-and I want you to be safe. And I believe that you can do anything - even take out a mimic with, I don't know, a pool cue and a pocket full of flour. But...those things in the woods-- knowing some defensive magic is going to help."