“Classy,” Martin said, eying the graffiti. He watched Haddad fumble with the machine and groaned, reaching out to steady it too late. “You know, I asked if you needed help,” he said, kneeling to help his friend pull the machine out of the bag with hopefully a little more grace than he had before. He managed not to comment on Haddad’s sandwich storage, although the idea of whatever horrible condiments smudging around inside his jacket pocket was far from pleasing.<br/><br/>Stepping back from the robot, Martin gave it a once over. It was a mess of parts that was far from elegant, but it got the job done- or at least, hopefully it would. “Where do you want this stuff?” He asked. Haddad had been the one to pick out the location, so he knew its benefits better than Martin’s, and where exactly he had planned everything to go.<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>“Dmitri,” Dmitri said, introducing himself to Jeremi. “Dunno how long I’ve had the cough, it’s sort of chronic. Just recently popped back up again.” He shrugged. “It might just be because of my weak immune system and I’ve caught a cold or something.” He kept pace with Jeremi, which he was frankly relieved about- it was already embarrassing having to accept a complete stranger’s help. He was glad he could at least walk under his own power.<br/><br/>In response to the second question, he tilted his head. “Nothing’s killed me yet, so no allergies. Tea’s good.” Actually, tea sounded really good. It’d been a while since he’d had a nice hot beverage. He sighed. Well, it had been a weird night, but at least hypothetically he wouldn’t be sleeping on the side of the street.<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>Pam immediately regretted speaking to the kid as soon as the response came out. “Geez kid, settle down,” she said, raising her hands to show her empty palms. “Sorry about, uh, your mom, I was just wondering…” She scratched her head, trying to analyze her exact motives for beginning a conversation with this girl. “It’s just a little unusual to see a kid out this late, by themselves, you know?” She was far from good at playing the comforter, so she crammed her hands in her pockets and looked at some piece of trash on the ground a little further away.<br/><br/>“Do you-“ she burst out, unable to stop herself. “Need help, or something? Dunno if I’ll be any good, or…” She sighed. What the hell was she doing? Pam could hardly help herself, much less some random teenager. She should have just minded her own business.