Kalous' words made Lacy stare at him for a moment. "Papa, really. We don't own the streets..." She fidgeted nervously, watching as Landon stood, noting how weak he looked. "Thank you," she murmured in reply to his words. She knew very well how much Kalous cared for her, and she adored and nearly worshiped him in return. "Um. If you have a phone... or something... Maybe you should call your friend." She bit her lip and hugged her arms to herself.