Mary had cleaned her flat to within an inch of it's life, and had spent her remaining time pacing the living room, waiting for word about anyone, but Benjy in particular. When pacing had proved too stressful, she had taken a seat on her couch, and done a number on her nails- each one was bitten down to the quick. Nail biting, Mary had found, gave very immediate satisfaction, and she was quite sure she had just developed a very new, and very poor habit.
The moment she heard Benjy's voice in her kitchenette, she was off of her couch and into the tiny kitchen in a shot. She threw her arms around him and held him close and tightly, tears of relief already streaming down her face.
"You're alright, oh thank God, thank goodness, you're here- Oh, my- oh you're a mess, you poor thing- Are you alright? Oh, Merlin, is everyone alright? What happened?" Mary found herself babbling, her mind filled with too many questions, and unable to wait for an answer. And before she gave Benjy any real time to respond, she kissed him fiercely on the mouth.