Roe hadn’t touched her portion at all. She just watched him. It made eating the stuff all the more difficult. “It’s that good is it?” She asked. He spat it out onto his plate. “Awful. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “Maybe it’s just awful,” she said. He laughed, and put the plate back down on the tray beside her. The two of them were huddled against the wall again. For a few moments there was an awkward silence. “I should go to my father,” Roe said finally. “He may be in trouble.” “I’d rather you didn’t,” Jon replied. “I don’t think I can defend this place on my own.” “Look I’m …” she hesitated. “I’m sorry I insisted on creating the sim. A lot of help he turned out to be.” “No,” Jon said wearily. “You were right, we need him. The fact he isn’t here is a bit annoying, but we do need him.” “You should get some sleep,” she suggested. “You haven’t slept for a while. I can keep watch here. Maybe the sim will be back by morning and I can head over to my father’s.”
