[ god don't call them out teresa, jeez. thomas offers her a hint of a smile where he's settled sort of nearby, map in hand. he drops back down comfortably beside teresa and leans over the map he's unrolling, pulling out the charcoal to start on another map. ]

Aren't you supposed to be some kind of knight in shining armor? Since apparently I'm not allowed to do it. [ thomas looks up at her, the tease just faint. he's kind of making heart eyes, a little bit. ] We'll figure out our own prison break.