He filled his glass and then hers, setting the bottle back on the table before he took a drink. His stomach rumbled slightly at the mention of food, reminding him that he'd skipped out on lunch again. Or more accurately, forgotten it.
Lindsey sat back in the chair, balancing the glass on the blocky arm. "If they weren't worried about it, they wouldn't be the good guys, would they?" he replied, finding a way to easily answer around the question. "I'm not one of them. I only know what I need to know."
That was stretching it but still, it was the truth. Friends with some of the members but he still wasn't a member of that group, which he thought was smart given his track record.