Dana had just sent a response to Max when she heard an all too familiar voice call her name. Looking up, Dana saw that face she knew all too well and she felt all the anger and agitation she'd felt building up directed at Terry completely melting away. Lord, how could she stay mad at him?
Dana rushed towards him and threw her arms around him, feeling so awful and sorry about everything she'd thought and said. Of course she should have waited for him. She should have waited for him even if he hadn't asked. She was in a strange, new place and he was one of the few people she knew and the only one she trusted with her life. "Hey, McGinnis."