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[rebelheartalien]

Michael is in a booth, not far from the staff quarters, with his usual plate of tabasco fries.

He does eat healthier food sometimes. He just cooks it for himself.

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank eyes the strange concotion as he wanders by, but remembers the pickles and ice cream he eats and says nothing about that.

"Good evening."

[rebelheartalien]

Michael nods to him. "Hey."

[inquisitivehero]

"You look more...content than you did the other day. Things improve?"

[rebelheartalien]

He nods. "Isabel's awake."

He's not entirely happy about what was necessary to achieve that, but means to an end...

[alien_isabel]

She walks over and steals some. She being Isabel that is. And she hugs him tightly after. "How're you feeling?"

[rebelheartalien]

He hugs her back. "Not so bad. You?"

[alien_isabel]

"Warren wants a time out. So we're...on a break." She frowns more than a little at this before sliding into the booth next to him. And then she steals another fry.

"I don't know what that means..."

[rebelheartalien]

He smacks at her hand, but doesn't really mean it.

"Did he say why?"