[Lucas frowns a little at this unusual sight... Then straightens up with what he hopes is a reassuring smile.]

Yes, very. I've been bringing as many people as I can. It's OK -- look.

[Lucas kneels and raises himself to a height to be able to point over Natalie's shoulder.]

We're going to beat it. It might be evil Mayfield fog, but even fog can't travel this quickly. We'll make it. And when we get back, I'll see if I can do more for your foot.