"That's the CTE talking, 'lo." Though she can't see him straight on, Court still uses her periphery to ensure she's not seeing any obviously blown or oddly dilated pupils. Though she jokes, her concern for the man next to her is obvious as she returns his gesture, gently squeezing where she had an arm around his back. "We got this," she says apropos of nothing, it would seem, to anyone but the two.

"Mmhmm, mmhmm, I can see how that'd be a bit of a drag, no pun intended. I'll consider taking this into account, as yeah, that all sounds hella shitty." The bite ward looms ahead of them and Court tells herself Arlo will be safe there. He has to be.