Davis handed her a scalding cup of coffee, his chocolate gaze scrutinizing - probably searching for some indication of congeniality.
The big German accepted a cup of coffee from Davis and squatted beside Royce at the fire.
Fritz shot Davis a warning look and abruptly stood, glaring down at Cassie.
Davis gulped the last of his coffee and turned the cup up side down on a rock so it would drain.
Davis rubbed his jaw reflectively.