Helen stood outside his door with a carefree smile on her face, looking far too relaxed for someone visiting a man's room this late. Her eyes moved over him once before returning to his face, and the smile on her lips grew slightly, making Zich realize he was still bare-chested.
"What are you doing here?" Zich blurted out before he could stop himself.
Helen blinked once, but instead of looking offended, she looked amused. Zich noticed his own tone immediately, and although he did not care much for social niceties, he still corrected himself because unnecessary hostility could create unnecessary trouble.
"I mean," he said while holding the door half open and standing in a way that blocked most of the room from view, "is there something you need?"
