The morning after, Sandra gets the door, giving a soft smile of appreciation at the offer of food.  "Thank you," she says, claiming some of the food to nibble at.  Sandra doesn't mind eating with her hands, at least among friends where she doesn't have to pretend to be more sophisticated or delicate than she actually is.<br/><br/>"He's been sleeping the whole time," she says, taking a seat once more.  "Nightmares something awful, though.  I doubt he knows what's actually going on, except that he'll have enough clues to get us to the next spot.  If all else fails, we can have someone watch him while we check out Blackman's Falls."