"Might be easier if you pick. You're the one who needs to eat. I can wait until we get back here if wherever we end up doesn't have blood on the menu." He shrugged as he picked up the keys off the TV. "My best bet would be a bar of some kind, but bar food is iffy most of the time."

He held the door open for Sam to go out first, then locked it behind them before he climbed into the driver's seat.