Thomas didn't make a move to drink the coffee but he did continue to hold it while he sat back and watched Derek eat. He was pretty sure Derek could put away five plates of this stuff and still have room for five more. He would not have fun in the Scorch where the only things to eat were the birds, the dirt and...the Cranks. Thomas wished that place on no one but himself.

"Can anything affect you?" he asked, suddenly curious. "Alcohol? Drugs? Anything that's supposed to make you feel like not yourself?"