Noah handed out 100-calorie nutrition bars to everyone. They were small, brown rectangles that tasted like cardboard mixed with artificial chocolate. I chewed mine slowly, knowing it might be one of the better meals we'd have for a while.
Celeste nibbled at hers delicately, looking embarrassed at the special treatment Noah had arranged for her. "We should take inventory of our combat capabilities as well," she suggested, clearly trying to change the subject.
I chewed thoughtfully on my cardboard-flavored nutrition bar as I surveyed our ragtag collection of hunters. "Good idea," I agreed, swallowing the last tasteless crumb. "Juan, your Aspect lets you charge and throw objects as explosives, right?"
