Wes raised an eyebrow right back at her and went back to enjoying his sandwich. Whatever complaints one might have about the City, with all its moving parts and homicidal quirks, the food was bloody good. And plentiful.
When Fray told him about her birthday, though, he had to make sure he was finished chewing before he spoke. Didn't want to choke on or spit out his hard-earned lunch.
"Birthday. 18. Brilliant. Actually...."
Putting the sandwich down very carefully on his lap, he opened his backpack slightly. Peering in, he rifled through a few kits and then smiled.
"..I just may have a present for you. Training is now going to be taken up a notch, so to speak."