Annie carefully -- reverently, even -- pulled the box out of the first aid kit, looking helplessly up at Diego.

"I," she started, her mind not providing anything to come after that, having gone completely blank save for a blaring klaxon of nerves. Her voice was kind of unsteady and scratchy out of nowhere, too. "Um. I -- do you...?"

She was not actually shaking this box, because she knew she didn't need to, but her hand was trembling as she held it up towards him, unsure. Did he want to open it? Should she open it? Maybe he had a plan?

Annie had never been this nervous in her life. Even if she knew both the question and the answer that were coming, it didn't change the fact that everything was about to change for them.