Lucia's fetishes are leaking.
"Oh no this is all your fault, Leo! I'll have to live the rest of my life as a rebel, abandoning my life of privilege and comfort for one where I'm always on the run from the law with you Leo, where we can only depend on each other for the rest of our lives. Every moment wondering if the authorities will come and interrupt us, Leo and I living on the margins of society, scraping by, stuck together in a cargo container on some cargo ship on the rim, barely enough oxygen to survive, forced to share a survival sleeping bag to conserve body heat as we hope to live long enough to reach where ever it is headed. Maybe we'll succeed but its just as likely we we die together in a final, desperate last stand, sharing a final moment of passion knowing that it is all over and...."
"No its cool. No one is diming us out. The government doesn't know its us, your identies are safe. You can go back to school no issues."
"...Oh. Well, maybe next time then."