Blair was waving the phone with renewed insistence before the guard's face, as if with her displeased expression and sharp tone she could somehow will him into knowing the location of her missing boyfriend. Nate's familiar voice was a happy and unexpected interjection and she whirled to face him, the unhelpful stranger promptly dismissed and forgotten.
"Nate!" she squealed happily, launching herself into his arms. She had meant to appear stoic but shaken, perhaps even manage a single solitary tear when they finally met. Her genuine relief at seeing him alive and well made her forgot her carefully orchestrated intended roleplay.
"Serena said you all made it out okay," she added quickly, lest he believe he had a sociopath for a girlfriend. She had worried about Nate, truly. But it seemed for the best now that they hadn't met earlier, she had looked a fright and the last thing she wanted knocking around Nate's head was a less than flattering mental image of her. "But you are okay, right?"