Slowly she nodded, though it took her a moment to pull back enough to start moving anywhere, half-afraid she'd start overthinking it the second she let go of him.
"Yeah, that's... probably a good idea," she agreed. "We can, um... my hut's right over here. It'll be quieter." His might actually have been closer, but she wasn't entirely sure of the specifics of Casey's surveillance beyond a certainty that it was too limited to waste on her place. The last thing she wanted to be thinking about now was Casey.
Starting toward her hut, she kept tight hold of his hand, as if not touching him would send them both straight back to reality.
Her hut was a really good idea, considering every time Chuck thought he'd found the last of Casey's bugs, there were new ones there to replace them. Casey was probably just using the same ones over and over or something, but Chuck couldn't help but think that somewhere, Casey had a stash of millions.
...it was more than a little creepy.
"Okay. Okay, yeah," Chuck said, following close behind. He was sure that he sounded like an idiot, but it was kind of hard to think straight at the moment.