"Yes!" They might need to be rescued. It would be terrible. Topher sprung up, pacing the room as he thought about it. "I'll have to take your measurements and stuff to make sure it'll fit you right and carry you and all that, and you're Canadian so it's, like, in your blood, and --"

Distraction!

"Oh, hey," Topher said, remembering something. "Check that out." He plucked a stuffed animal alien off the dresser and tossed it at Kenzi. "Gotcha that."