"Oh no. No this is not a social call. May be a pair of pants and a few quiet moments would suffice, on common ground. I'll wait. I want to keep the peace, if I can." She stands inside the door. Not moving. For her, the peace loving, caring person that she is to be this hurt and angry was astounding to her, but she almost lost Lucas to one heart attack and a coma. No one hits him or grabs his wrist hard enough to bruise.