It had been a frustrating morning. Between incredibly grumpy patients, fellow Healers breathing down her neck about this or that, and continuous restless nights, Padma Patil wasn't in the best of moods. Cranky was the best way to phrase it, though that was going lightly upon her. Thankfully, someone had pushed her out of the ward she'd been working in (Spell Damage) and promptly told her to take a break. So, muttering under her breath, Padma stalked down to the break room, sat down for about five minutes, and then went back to whatever she'd been doing before.
Well, that had been the plan at least. But, chancing a glance down the hall, a light frown crossed her features, quickening her step as she called out, "Terry?" What in the world was he doing here? There was instantaneous worry settling in her chest, an uneasy feeling as she caught up with him. "What're you doing here? Is everything all right?"