Lobster, anyone?

As Destiny mentions the Agency, Chance almost cringes. While she speaks, he refuses to look her in the eye, his jaw muscles working out his inner tension. "I am upset you got hurt," he admits quietly. That wasn't the half of it though.

Finally turning to look at her, he lifts his hand to the side of her face. "And you give me too much credit." He'd warned her about getting involved with the likes of him and she followed him blindly. His eyes seem clouded today as he gazes into her stare.

Letting his hand drop again, he turns and picks up his sandwich. He had to move on lest he say too much. "We need to find a good movie on tv," he muses.


Opening his eyes and then squinting in the sun, Alec blinks, taking a quick look around. He felt dry and very warm. His arm still rested around Ryan, whose head was still resting near his shoulder. It was then he realized he must have fallen asleep. In reality, he'd been asleep for at least an hour and by now, the sun was high in the sky.

Licking his parched lips, Alec moves a little to prop himself up on one elbow, gently moving Ryan too. "I think now I know why people talk about tropical escapes," he comments, still trying to wake up. Unbeknownst to him, the sun had gotten the best of him - his face was a nice bright red, along with most of his chest and arms. Had he known he was going to fall asleep, he would have chosen a shadier spot.


Reese gives Angelica's hand a squeeze and he nods. "It'll all work out one way or the other - of that, I'm confident."

Glancing at a nearby clock, he then watches down the hall to where Trey would be coming once off the plane. "By the way, you never said if this nephew of yours speaks English."