He hears her question, but decides that showing is better than telling. Lucas is a man of action over words anyway, always has been. Her expressions says it all, this isn’t good, he knew it and now she knows it as well. Lucas isn’t a fireman, doesn’t have a lot of experience in that area - but if he had to place money on it, he’d bet there was a fire. If not on this floor, than on one above or below them.
“I don’t know,” Lucas answers truthfully, voice hushed so as not to alarm their children. “There’s a fire somewhere though.” And with now way of putting it out, he knows that their only option is to pack up and get out.
It’s been years since he’s been placed in the position of making a call on something, especially when it concerns his family. But Rosana is looking up at him with those big brown eyes of hers and all he can think about is getting her out, getting their kids out. “Ro, we can’t stick around.” His way of saying they need to pack their stuff and go. He’s still not speaking loudly, though out of the corner of his eye he can see that both Bay and Tayla are watching them closely.
“Do you want to get to tell the kids?” She’s spent more time with them, in truth, and as much as he hates to admit it, Rosana knows their children better than he does. It’s a fact that cuts like a knife, but now isn’t the time to be dwelling on those things, on the fact that she knows how their children will react while he’s completely clueless. “And I know I don’t need to tell you this, but I don’t know how much time we have…” Because if the fire is on this floor they could have mere minutes really.