Patience had a point, but Chas still made a face. Grimacing a bit, she swiped a hand over her forehead and then ran her fingers through her hair. "I guess," she said simply, more in response to the last bit than the first. She hoped he'd hurry up. She just wanted to go home, and go back to bed maybe. Even getting dressed to come here had made her feel worse. Was it so wrong to just want to curl up in bed and sleep? With a sigh, Chas' eye drifted through the door, just as it started to open.