[ Food was a necessity. It was fuel. It keeps them going, even when the night was beginning to drag on towards morning bit by bit. Hana can smell how good everything was – and feel the heat of the bag against her ankles as she plays bodyguard to their meal. ]

Oh? Is that what it is? Sure it's not the burger?

[ She plays it coy, plays it calm. Maybe she leans forward a bit to open the bag as if trying to peek into it – and maybe steal a fry or two. He can either stop her or let her get away with potato murder. ]

You're right in the middle of the action now! Driving distance from a Denny's... and hopefully a good view?

[ She almost asks if he had roommates, toying with the idea – maybe one of his friends being up to pull double duty for patrols. ]

On a scale of 1 to 10, how likely is it that I'm going to have to help you eat with that arm?

[ It's her round-about way of asking if he was okay... even as they approach to 'sanctuary', she gives him a concerned glance. ]