Raoul is leaning casually against a tree when they find him, his beat-up leather jacket slung over his shoulder as he messes around with his phone. "Yo, Mikki," he calls, "you still running around lookin' like jail-bait, huh."
"And you still look like a Bedazzler reject." Mikaela retorts, smiling. "I'm pretty sure rhinestones went out of style in the 80s."
Raoul mimes a shot to the heart, staggering back a bit. "You wound me. Also, that you know what a Bedazzler even is will never stop being hilarious. Who's the dude?"
"This is Sam. We have classes together." She glances back at Sam, who is clearly boggling at Raoul if his impression of a goldfish is anything to go by. "Sam, this is Raoul. We've been friends since we were in diapers." Sam squeaks at Raoul something that sort of sounds like 'hello'. Mikaela really doesn't get why people get so freaked out around Raoul; the guy's a big softy.
Raoul looks Sam up and down. "Not your usual type," he observes, grinning at her, and Mikaela resists the urge to smack him.
"Shut up; it's not like that. Anyways, you got reception on your phone?"
"Nope. Just the freaky-ass message from our alien overlords." He waves his cell around; Mikaela has seen it before but she can tell Sam is going bug-eyed at the thing without even looking at him from his sharp indrawn breath. Raoul always gets the neat toys. "Guessing you guys got it too?"
"Sam thinks it's like some old radio broadcast based on a book." Mikaela offers.
"W-war of the Worlds," Sam manages to say.
Raoul laughs. "Think we're gonna hafta start watching out for –what was it, those big spider things…"
Sam finally cracks a smile. "Tripods? Hope not, those were pretty creepy, with the gigantic legs and the human tissue harvesting and…uh…I'm gonna stop now, I think."
"I like my tissue where it is," Mikaela says, "on my body." Sam nods rapidly and then flushes bright red. Raoul stifles a snort and Mikaela grins.