Adrian hadn't surrendered Chase's apartments for nearly thirty hours, and rather than risk pushing Nikki too far too quickly, the healer had chosen to work late into the night, a quick nap on a couch meant for a munchkin the closest he'd managed to sleep. Denied a body to examine, Chase had concentrated on lab work and forensic examination of the video and photographs taken before Three had returned Gideon's corpse to Dionysus. Time wasted, as far as he was concerned, but he'd gain credit for it. In the absence of answers, credit would do.
Texting Nikki, he absently nodded at his chief nurse and wandered down the hallway toward the cafeteria, unsure if breakfast, lunch or dinner would be in offering. The company during the meal was the thing, and claiming what might have been coffee some hours ago, Chase let the conversations from nearby tables wash over him, picking up bits and pieces. All spoke of the fate of Gideon, some in whispers that shaped stories within stories - Gideon as a boy, a teen, his parents. Others brashly declared him traitor and speculated on the young agent's relationship with Dionysus.
Nikki's arrival was quite literally a breath of fresh air, and Chase managed to stand as she approached the table, pulling out a chair. "If I ask how your day's been, how hard will you hit me?"