Luke wasn't so sure he was buying Anise's bravado. She didn't look okay and the heat coming off her hadn't dissipate since he'd touched her. But, in the end, he gave her some space so she could sit comfortably while he fidgeted in worry.

It didn't surprise him when she changed the focus back on their mission instead of her health. The redhead wanted to tell her that a bunch of metal and bottles was not worth fainting over, but then who was he to make that decision for her? If they didn't do it tonight, they would have to do it the next night and then it could be too late! Anise was right; they couldn't just stop when her health and the health of others was at stake.

"Okay," he finally relented, scooting his butt across the tile and back to his drawers. "But if you need something, tell me, okay?" For now, it was all he could do for her. Luke didn't like it, but scowling wasn't solving anything. He wrangled up the bottles Anise had dropped and put them in her bag, along with what remained in the drawers.

There were three separate sets of drawers on the mobile carts, but they were virtually all the same and it seemed cruel to empty this place out when others were probably looking for tools as well.

"I think that's it." The replica turned his attention back to Anise, hoping a little rest had made her a bit more stable. "You, uhm, ready to go?"