"Seems like ten to me," Charlie says, a faint look of worry on her face. She'll blame the sedatives. At the mention of the lichen, she leans forward and presses her lips to his forehead.

"Don't do that again, okay? I really hate losing people." She doesn't sound nearly as angry as she could. Just...weighed down by the information.

"I kind of suspected you weren't as buried as he claimed you were."