“Sure,” Izzy drew out the word, and watched Trevor quickly retrieve his forgotten keys. “I’m only joking, you know!” she said, misunderstanding the troubled glimmer in his eyes. “I’m not going to go around telling people you sneak into the girl’s locker room or anything.”
	With their mission accomplished, she walked beside him toward the front, eager to get back outside. The call of the outdoors was so great, she hardly noticed Trevor’s silence.
	Her attention snapped to him when he spoke, and she blinked, momentarily forgetting he walked beside her. She gave a small smile at the compliment of being likable, then realized what had actually bothered him.
	"Don't worry. I’m neither of those. You're perfectly safe. The only thing I’ve ever killed are mosquitoes. But no one cares about them," she added, trying to keep the mood light. "I’ve lived here my entire life; it's just a personal choice.”