"I'll show you a bit of a trick to reviving them," Mohinder said, going for the bucket of ice sitting on the counter. This certainly was no hotel but there was an ice machine at the end of the hall. He'd never questioned it. It came in handy.

Filling a bowl with water and dumping the ice in, Mohinder 'shocked' the broccoli so Molly could see and the limp vegetable regained some colour and even a bit of crunch.

"Go one then, be careful, they're still quite hot. Blot off the water and mix them in quite well with the pasta." He'd give Molly the messier jobs. He'd rather spend the time with the miniature microwave warming up whatever sauce she'd stolen. It tasted a bit salty, so likely, it was some sort of cheese product. Not the best, but it would be tasty for the Americans no doubt.

When the ingredients were hand mixed, Mohinder watched the girl for a few minutes and tried to open her up a bit.

"We won't be staying here too much longer, Molly. When it's safe, would you like to find a new home somewhere else?"