The glass door slid open again not long after Soma left, and Tali marched in with a grease-stained datapad.
"The military medics locked my hardware out," she said, leveling the pad at him. "They scrambled the encryption on my Power Isolation Shunt because they want the diagnostic data off my custom build. They are not getting it."
Hiro came in behind her in an oversized track jacket, carrying a heavy paper bag that smelled of roasted meat and spices. "I brought food. You looked terrible yesterday."
Reid looked at the bag and felt nothing at all. No appetite, no pull, just the quiet under his ribs that made his skin crawl. "I'm good, Hiro. Keep it."
Hiro's brow furrowed as he lowered the bag, because Reid had never once turned down calories in his life. The kid stood there holding it, not sure what to do with his hands. "You always eat. Even after the bad drops, you eat."
