Easily could she have maintained position. Easily stayed where and how she was for the trip in its entirety. The dark of her folded arms is quiet, safe, a barrier that allows the rush of her thoughts to slow.

But awareness seeps in -- that strange, tingling sense of being observed. Her shoulders tighten, resisting. She doesn't want to be seen.

But anxiety wins out.

Her eyes flicker over Oscar's, wide and dark, seeking out the source.