[Espy]

Dante lifted his eyebrows slightly. He could tell when people read his mind; it wasn't that hard, really. With two sandwiches in his hand, he'd finally gotten what he had waited several days for: real food. Even though he'd down two capsules that day already, he was grateful for having something to actually chew on, and quickly unwrapped one. Taking the psychic's head would have to wait for later.