[ Lance smiles and laughs, clutching her hands between them. He nods. ] Home.

If you remember, tell me. [ he grins, and turns toward the sky, pressing a spot near his chin. ] Guys, can you hear me? ...It's Lance, do you copy? Oriande to Atlas. [ Nothing. ] Ugh, figures. [ he turns back. ] Well guess it'll be a surprise. C'mon, it should be safe going back to the scoo–oh right, Altean.

It's safe, just don't– uh.... [ He pauses, lifts up their joined hands, smiles, points at them, and then grips her hand tight while making a very determined face. ] Understood?