Annie raised the bottle of beer to her lips and drank as Mitch sat down next to her. It was wonderfully cold. She was pleased his injury seemed to be limited to just a bruise and not something more serious. Part of her had been concerned she'd be patching up bullet holes in the back before getting him over to the hospital.
"You wait until you get some food and sleep, then you'll really feel better." She gave him a smile. "So, Mitch, meet my dad, Eliot Spencer."
Eliot nodded in Mitch's direction and extended a hand. "Happy to help, kid." He'd known from a previous run in with some other version of Mitch that the kid didn't exactly have an easy life. "And Like Annie said, you're welcome to fill up on food and crash in the back. Give you a chance to decompress before you have to start figuring things out like where to live."