"Hey Wes, hand me that water."
Wesley thrust the bottle into Dave's hand without a word. Anissa's eyes were still fluttering open, so she hadn't passed out completely. He sat on the floor with her in his lap and held the bottle to her lips. "Didn't switch power sources quite soon enough, did you?"
She sipped obediently and opened her eyes but didn't answer his question.
"Everything all right over there?" Great. An orderly passing through noticed Anissa's near faint.
"We're just tired," Wesley told the man, batting her big baby blues. "But is there a candy machine or something near here? My friend is a little hypoglycemic."
He pointed. "Down the hall, through the double doors and to your left." Then he picked up his tray and continued on his way.