She dug through the fridge and felt a tinge of regret. She'd never expected to have guests at the safe house, but even if she were alone, her food selection was terrible. Particularly trying to find something that a blind man could eat with little difficulty.

In the end, she made them each a ham sandwich and carried them out. "Incoming," she said before setting his in his lap. "Ham sandwich. Hope you aren't a vegetarian. You want water, soda, or beer to drink?"