"Oh, uh...nawh. It's just annoying. Ever have your foot fall asleep and get the tinglies?" Lucas looks down, inspecting his left hand before it flops against his side.

"I hope it goes away after awhile. I know there's an infirmary on board but I'm not sure there's anything that can be done about this. I think...it might be better if we try and warn people away. No one else needs to get hurt." Or worse. He didn't want to find out if dying onboard is really what everyone is saying it's like.