To her, it seemed a lot of obvious looming about by a 6'6" wall of muscle in the shadows, but he brought her fresh food and that was all she cared about right now.
She snorted and sipped on her fresh drink, washing away the aftertastes of the older one. Too bad beers is a bad thing in a stake out. "Yeah, but at least getting texts spices up the hours on my side and is a better distraction than the police scanner. Look at you, bearer of the greasy groady goodness. Hey Marietta was on duty tonight, she always gives you an extra helping." Promptly, she inhaled the steam from the bag and started in with gusto, nobly sharing some with him. "Emgeeath suppliersh," she explained and nodded to the door before swallowing. "They've got a few rounds of it, probably cut with crazy shit to dilute. It's apparently buying day for some of the pushers around here."