"I hit the pharmacy last night," Lyta said, nodding. "Not the closet though. But I really don't care much about supplies." It wasn't like she could use them. The last offer...

"A bodyguard, I need. I fight with this." She tapped her temple. "Not my hands. And I'm too weak to use my powers the way I should. I know I'm not some stick thin little twit, but I don't have any training with fighting. I can shoot a gun, that's it. You lend me your muscle, I'll go rooting around in your brain for you."