After having her worths of grocery shopping, and as it was nearing that time of night again, Elisabeth had said her goodbyes to Jubilee and headed over to Michael's, groceries in hand. There had been no need for a key as the git hadn't put a lock on his door yet, something Elisabeth had scolded him for and reminded him when she could that he needed a sodding lock. It was L.A., not Ohio.
Using her elbowing, she knocked on the door, idly looking down the hallway as she waited.