Tempus nodded a touch. That was all he needed to know. That she felt it too. Because if she felt even a little... then what he was feeling would grow even more so in weight. Familiar yet different, changed... sickly.
The Brainwaster brought their food over and he handed over the credit stick to pay for their meal. The meat was skewed on long sticks, laid out on flat tin like plates.
He needed a distraction. He was growing more and more distant.