"Hello." He looked terrible, and a part of her wanted to drag him off to...whatever room he had and order him to bed until he didn't look like he'd fall over under a strong breeze. That'd be her mother in her, though, so she refrained from saying anything.
Well, she refrained for that reason and because she was still too fixated on her own concerns to put those aside yet.
She made her way across the room toward him and...well...just sort of stood there at the table a few feet from where he sat, expression just a bit expectant. "Might sound strange...but you've got your communicator pad on you still, yeah? No one's grabbed it while you were making tea?"