Miguel, ? - lunchtime
He'd sat with his other self on one side of him, listening while Bruno explained about his gift and offering to make predictions. He knew better than to ask what was in his future, though, because even though this current place was starting to get really good, he didn't want to risk finding out that he was 3 weeks away from being sent to some other shithole station or an even more shocked-up version of Nueva York than the one he knew, or... or something. So he didn't dare go near.
At lunchtime, he got some soup. His other self tried to encourage him to take some more food, but the soup was fine for now. And he had some food at the apartment, so it was all good. He went back to the place they'd been sitting to have his soup, only to smile when Harri ran over to him and shoved an apple into his hand before going back to her papa. The apple got set down beside him, and then he finished the soup and sat back a bit, feeling pretty okay for once about being out in public with so many people.
Harri caught his eye, so he looked back at her to see what she wanted.
"Eat the apple," she signed.
"I will, later," he replied, which seemed to be an acceptable answer for now. She turned back to helping her papa pick her lunch, and Miguel went back to people-watching.