Fidgeting needlessly, Malcolm glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time. He didn't even know how many times he'd checked so far, he'd actually lost count. "Is that really the time?" He muttered impatiently, raising an eyebrow at Mercy as he gave up the flimsy pretence of helping he'd been keeping up and lit a cigarette instead. He'd been bored out of his mind for days, he didn't have the patience anymore for the way the night was dragging on.