Dinah was well rested for the first time in days. She had more work to do in searching for Jake, but first she was going to make sure that she and Harry had a good breakfast. When she'd woken up, he was already gone from the couch. It didn't entirely surprise her, as Harry seemed to need less sleep than she did for some reason.
She assumed he was working in his lab and decided she would surprise him with eggs and bacon, which she thankfully found in his ice chest. And generally she could make those without too much trouble. Maybe only a little bit of charring... But her eggs and bacon breakfasts were more likely to get eaten than her chili at least.
The shirt of Harry's that she'd borrowed fell to just a few inches above her knees, and still carried a slight hint of his scent. It gave her a little bit of comfort as she tried not to think of the insurmountable task of looking for Jake again, tried not to focus on how many dead ends she'd already run up against.
The eggs were just starting to give off that slightly burnt aroma and Dinah reached to take the frying pan off the stove when she heard the banging against Harry's heavy security door.
Eggs forgotten and her muscles tensed, she moved into a defensive position just off to the side of the door, ready to spring at anything that might force its way into the apartment.
In the back of her mind, she wondered just how an intruder could get past Harry's wards and what she might be facing. It didn't instantly occur to her to call for Harry-calling for help wasn't exactly her style, and she was fairly confident she could handle whatever might come through that door.