Roxanna sighed, resting her forehead on her arms while the microwave ran. Every other week, it seemed like someone she knew was getting kidnapped, or tortured, or something else horrible. She was pretty damn over it.
The microwave dinged, and she collected some cutlery and a glass of water, then brought everything out to him. "I'm sure she'll turn up soon," she said soothingly. "Those evil types can't resist showing off or being idiots. One always tips their hand sooner or later."