"Good." Cindy breathed out, just as the elevator lurched to a stop. Very good. He should be angry. And that anger should be used, put to good use. He would just have to be very good at hiding it, because if he kept up like Enjolras, then Cindy might be well and truly fucked.

Good. She took his arm, following him out of the elevator and into this purple madness. Holy shit, was there a lot of purple. And people. A lot of people, and they probably should prepare themselves for being photographed.

Nope, let's just go in this direction. "Purple fruit, mostly." She looked at him with a smile. "There are a lot of them. Only a few people got picked to be here, but that's not even close to the rest of the district." If there was some way to get this food to them, Cindy would do it in a heartbeat.

"I don't know how they might react if we ask for a bag of leftovers."