Nikkie pulled things out of the refrigerator, making a pair of sandwiches for her friends. She passed one to Lena, depositing the other plate next to Anthony's elbow. She got a glass of water for Lena, and a mug of coffee for Anthony. "Oi, you," she said, poking him. "Eat this for me real quick. So you don't faint, like that other time."
"I thought we weren't mentioning that," Anthony murmured, picking up the food with his free hand. The other one never left the city map, his fingers kept tracing over it. His hand kept coming back to a section of industrial neighborhoods, almost without thinking about it. And that was usually a good sign, it usually meant whoever he was searching for was close by.
"At least a couple bites," Nikkie said. "Last thing anyone wants is anyone getting sick or falling over."