When the door to her quarters slid open a little after 23:00, she glanced up a little morosely. Seeing him always made her heart feel lighter and happier, but at the moment the feeling was tinged with bitterness and just a little bit of guilt because she did tell him that she'd wait in his quarters. She knew it wasn't his fault that he'd been so busy, but that did nothing to improve her mood. “You're actually off before midnight,” she greeted him, voice tired and rather toneless. “I'm sorry, I assumed it would be later.” Because it almost always was. She glanced down at the wine and tried to remind herself that she really should just be happy he was there and not upset about something that wasn't his fault to begin with. "How was shift?"