[ Wyatt puts his shoulder against the wall. Rosie is a hell of a pretty girl. He's always thought so. She's obviously like, miles and fucking miles out of his league, but that doesn't mean he can't appreciate the view. He scans her face, eyes warm. Fingertips warm, too. He has to be careful of that; feeling too hot can mean feeling literally hot these days. ]

I got you covered, babe.

[ He pulls a small tube of something out of his pocket. It's not very impressive, at least not at first. Then Wyatt gives it a shake, and the liquid inside starts to glow a gentle blue. ]

This stuff's rare, I don't got a lot. But for you? Here.

[ He holds it out on his palm. If she takes it, it'll feel warm to the touch. ]

They make it from that alien shit. Nano tech, or something. Anyways, it's a stim. That'll keep you awake all night, you'll see. Best thing I smoked in months.