"What in the world am I going to do with you?" Callen murmured, leaning against the doorframe as he hovered, not quite entering Tracey's room just yet.
He'd carted Eddie to Mungo's earlier that evening (Carmichael had done a nice job of trying to open a scroll with a nasty curse on it and his hand was starting to wither away-- thankfully, it'd been quickly fixed) and had overheard someone mention a Tracey Davis being checked into this particular ward. So naturally, he'd stuck around to see what had happened to her.
He rapped lightly on the doorframe, flashing his best smile. "Mind a visitor?"