Brown eyes flicked in the direction of the voice. Maddie arched her eyebrows. It wasn’t that she cared that anyone heard her comment, but it did surprise her to hear an actual response that wasn’t along the lines of ‘shut up and be grateful for the food you have.’ Deep down, she was grateful. The food that was stocked and served here at Sing Sing was of a lot better quality than what she’d experienced at other safehouses. That didn’t change the fact that she wanted some effing pizza, damn it.
Sandwich Guy was still a relatively new face around the compound. Maddie had spoken to him a few times via the intranet, but she’d only ever seen him once, while he was locked up in that cell. He was asleep at the time — and, no, she wasn’t some creepy chick who stalked people to watch them sleep. She’d been curious, that was all. Once she’d realized he was asleep and that it’d be ten times as awkward if someone caught her down in the cell block, she’d made a quick beeline for the exit.
Giving a little amused smile, she rested her chin in her palm and said, “Guess this means we should probably hunt this person down and make them pay for making us go without pizza and chocolate.”
“You’d think with how well stocked this place is, someone would be able to whip us up some decent food. And I don’t mean soup. Soup isn’t real food. Soup is… water with whatever this crap is.” She made a face as she stirred the spoon in her bowl.