Arden knew better than to try to reach for something on Cal's plate.

"I'm good," she said. "My auto-HVAC is kinda struggling in the heat - guess it's not up to a hundred percent either. And...maybe some more of that good pita and hummus and spanakopita?" She pointed to the vendor with the good hummus, her arm showing the ugly, mottled bruises that remained where the nails had been.