Cress: F-for what...?
Cress: O-oh...
She sighs
Cress: This is...probably my fault...let me take you home, I...I-it's the least I can do...
Cress: P-please...
Cress: I-I...thank you.
She hugs Owen
Cress: Oh...are you feeling alright? Y-your face is flushed...
She puts a hand on Owen's forehead, checking for a fever
