with a rather theatric roll of her eyes, george leans against the brick wall, tucking their hands behind their back as they rock on the balls of their feet. keeping an eagle eye out as nancy goes about fiddling with the door's lock. "if your dad calls, we're studying at my place but you can't come to the phone if he asks to speak to you because you're in the bathroom, or you just stepped out with bess to get us some burgers, or you're on the phone with ned and that's why you're not picking up. i've got more excuses if you wanna hear them, i'm like an expert on excuses at this point," she doesn't like lying to carson for multiple reasons - the first being that it feels like he can just tell when something's up, which it usually is. the second reason being it just makes them feel guilty, as a fellow member of the "i love nancy drew and worry about her health and safety all the time" club, she understood where he was coming from. it couldn't be easy to be nancy's dad, considering what happened to her mom, it was no wonder he was so protective. "and if someone comes, i'll cough as a heads up and ask them if they can show me where the front office is because i'm just so lost. this isn't my first rodeo, drew. i don't love all the subterfuge, but i've got your back."