Thomas adjusted the heavy crate in his arms, his eyes narrowing as he watched her. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, her voice hitting that familiar, high-pitched frequency of a naive girl who had just survived a scary adventure. It was a masterpiece of a mask.
If he hadn't spent the last five days listening to the rhythm of his own heartbeat in a dark cell, he might have believed she was genuinely unfazed. But he saw the way her fingers trembled as she adjusted her hair—a tell-tale sign that the "naive Lucy" was working overtime to keep the "terrified Lucy" from screaming.
"Sigh... at least we are out alive," Lara said, her voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. She looked at her team, her gaze lingering on each of them with a mixture of relief and profound exhaustion.
