If they're breathing, then at least there's a chance of them getting them out. If they're not...well, his furtive glance to Liv and Major hopefully goes unnoticed, but he hates that literally every time he thinks of death now, he thinks of the relief at a food source being readily available.

Lucky for him, he doesn't have to dwell on that because the boyfriend asks about a get-along sweater. "Keep fighting and you can find out," Ravi guarantees. "Neon orange, I think, the two of you snugly inside it until you get along."

"Come on," he says, mainly to Liv, trying to nudge her to pick up the pace to avoid more bickering. "Let's go find out what kind of day we're about to have."