"Can you stop that?"
Cameron's eyes shift to Sam, his cuticle clenched between his teeth.
"It's really disgusting."
"We've been in this cell for three days and you think this—" Cameron bites down and yanks. "—of all things, is disgusting?"
Cameron crosses his arms, pouting and put out.
"I'm just on edge," Sam finally admits. "I should have called Cassie before we gated out. Or talked to my brother Mark."
"Yeah, I should have made a few calls, too," Cam sighs. "Like switch to satellite TV. . . . What?"
Hitting her head against the wall is oddly comforting.