As the others moved to venture outside she got a feeling in the pit of her stomach without knowing why. Searchlight had never been remarkably dangerous in a way that made her feel like issuing warnings like police tickets. But she kept her mouth shut. They were only going out to look at Radek’s car, and she was being silly. She knew it. Scolding herself inwardly she continued her work.
To Wren, Nesryn would smile. “Everything! But Ronnie, our cook, is known for his burgers and the apple pie.” She figured the woman would let her know when she was ready to order. Nesryn then moved to Hanna’s fable to refill the mug of coffee. “Slower than usual,” Nesryn remarked, confirming what Phanuel had said through bites of egg.