What a nice guy, that Shuldig, Hughes thought sarcastically. Well, he'd dropped off the note. And didn't know what had happened to Crawford. He had a bad feeling, but....

No sense dwelling on it.

Besides, there was a pretty young blond that he'd promised his morning to, and he spotted her at a table. Taking a tray of food one handed - his right arm still heavily bandaged and in a sling - he made his way over.

"Well, well, well. Ms. Rockbell," he teased, smiling at the girl. She looked like she could use some cheering up. "Now you're a sight for sore eyes."