Mark looked around the table, every one was tired and hungry. as for himself mark was so tired he almost didn't notice he ordered something different from what he wanted. 'Food, is food I suppose,' mark thought to himself as the waitress set his miss-ordered meal in front of him. He began to eat not even caring, rapidly increasing pace once his body realized it was being fed. His mind clearing Mark thought about the task ahead. Combat was hard enough when his group was staring down delinquents and corrupt cops, but to fight other Carriers was virgin territory of a sort. Freya had been on the Verge of collapsing all day and she obviously hadn't gotten any sleep last night. Extending his focus Mark touched he mind and poured some of his newly recovered energy into her. She quickly fell asleep now that some of her burden was removed and her body stopped pumping adrenaline into her blood. Next Mark worked at getting Ellen recovered so she could start healing their injuries, Marks own brute force rapid Healing wasn't suitable for the delicate wounds they received earlier. "Danny got away Clear it seems ,someone go fetch her shes in the dinner on 20th." as mark said this he set his head down and forced himself to sleep.