Lana glanced over when she heard Marco's voice, still laughing softly as she patted her thigh to call the puppy along with her. She was cold, no arguments there, and she ducked back inside the door.
"C'mon puppy," she gasped, breathless with laughter before she glanced up to Marco's face. The laughter faded a little and she tilted her head slightly. Was he sick? He looked a little off. Not that she knew him from Adam, but she thought he'd looked a little better before she'd left him. Though maybe he'd had to go puke or something.
"Hey, you okay? Are you sick or something?" She'd had some concerns earlier, and maybe she was just imagining it, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.