It was acceptable to be in the hospital long after the halls in this wing had emptied and long after the light streaming in through the windows had dimmed, because she had clearance. Permission was implicit and nobody stopped her to ask why she was there or who she was looking for. And neither did she.
She found the room easily and didn't bother with knocking. If there was a patient, she could be gotten rid of. Vivian didn't need to be on good terms with this woman to get the job done. It was just as well - courtesy was further and further from her mind with each day she spent in Seattle.
"Ms Logan?" she asked by way of greeting, making sure she had the right person before laying into her.