Oh, man, that was Alfred's cocoa, he'd know the smell anywhere. Jason thought about the leftover Chinese he'd had, and...shit. Had that been technical-breakfast or technical-lunch? Either way, it had been six hours ago or more, and he craved cocoa even as hunger pinched. And if there were sandwiches that had real meat and weren't just cucumber or whatever shit...
He didn't actually need the warning. But it was generally appreciated as the bag arced up to him, and he caught it neatly. "Aw, all for me?" he said as he flipped open the top, rooted around inside, and pulled out a wax-paper wrapped sandwich.
He thrust the bag at Drake on reflex as the kid started giving them the rundown, because hell if he was holding onto it. When he unwrapped the sandwich enough to bite in and found that it was solid ham and a nice bitey mustard, he actually felt good enough to contribute. "Shit, mutant stuff? Dealer on the corner, he had his clientele. Didn't push it. Figured, y'know, lazy dealer," he said with a roll of his shoulders. Or it could be it was something that was dealt to just known mutants, and wasn't that a joy. "Could be one boss, two arms of business," he added. "Diversify, increase profit."