"A lot of bloody use you are," he muttered with a shake of his head, pushing up from the chair and ... well, composing himself. He pulled a rag out of his pocket and wiped off a little of the grime -- just a little, though, because damn if it didn't turn women on for some reason -- and then headed toward the doors, leaning casually and then peering inside.
Right, he could play calm and innocent. He waited for one of the younger interns to come out and leaned toward her with what he hoped was a pathetic smile - not too hard, considering exactly how frustrated and worried he was by this point. Could she maybe look into getting them in as soon as possible, she looked like a smart girl who'd be able to tell him exactly what was going on, right?
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