"I can believe that. I don't have any world to retreat to, so I'm going to need to stock up as best I can. Food, water, clothes, basic materials. Wood, too. But this jam is a start. Honestly, between us I enjoy fruit in any of its forms."

There's a heavy gulp as Ben disposes of the last bite of his apple before flicking the core into the nearest bin. Then his expression noticeably sobers, and his voice turns low. He doesn't think anybody's listening in, but when you're about to antagonize a witch with powerful psychic abilities - a witch who can control people through the Nexus's boundaries - it pays to be careful.

"Speaking of planning ahead, I'm not just here for the food. There's a situation in the Nexus - or something that might become a situation - and I wanted to consult you. Do you know about somebody named Honerva? A person named Ziggy Stardust told me about her, and said she was causing trouble here. Messing with his partner's head, running experiments on prisoners."