Her eyes dart skyward, not quite rolling so much as evading, when she notices him already opening the box, and she idly smooths one hand over the thick loop of hair gathered at the nap of her neck. She glances back over just in time to see him swallow one of the pills.

"February 18th."

Says so right on the ticket she bought this morning.

"Kind of surprised you remember those pregnancy tests. You keep an inventory of all the stuff in your stash back on the island?"