*laughs lightly* We really must stop meeting like this.
*nods at the closed door of the apartment* Oh, he's still not back then? *rather indulgently* Honestly, I think he still thinks he's a teenager. I know I couldn't have stayed out all night at his age.
*shifts her bag on her shoulder and really rather hopes that Glorfindel is still breathing but does her best not to betray any impatience (because, even more important than keeping her son alive, is keeping you away)*