“D-don’t… Please, don’t eat that! They take inventory n-nightly. If anything is missing…” he followed up his warning with an audible gulp. Techie moved away from the door and took a little baggie out of his toolbelt compartment.
He held it out to her, still some distance away, as if she were a wild animal readying to bite his arm off. “Eat th-this. It’s my lunch.” And, true to his word, there was a non-threatening sandwich inside the little bag.
TechieHux 