Grant didn’t eat vending machine food. It wasn’t a conscious decision, really, just that he didn’t have much interest in the candy or chips they usually offered. He still knew how they worked though. He’d spent years traveling for Exy, or from foster home to foster home before that, and that meant that by design he’d eaten plenty of meals on the go. So, when he stopped by one for a bottle of water after their morning workout, he couldn’t help but cast a judgmental glance at the girl beside him—the one currently smacking the vending machine with the palm of her hand, as if that was supposed to help. 

“Actually, you have to put money in it,” he said flatly, before feeling slightly bad. He was fairly certain he’d seen her at the Vixen party, or some of their games, or...somewhere. She was connected to the team somehow, at least, because he didn’t tend to recognize people otherwise. “Did yours get stuck? It does that all the time.”