[ if she were a woman of stronger will, she wouldn't sneak a glimpse from the doorway as he struts away. but, well — she's only human. surely saints can be forgiven for their lesser sins. to her credit, she does have the sudden thought to protect his privacy from anyone lingering in the corridor and bound to get an eyeful of kovacs; her hand pulls the door back until there's only a sliver of space to enter left, waiting for him to secure that elastic over his hips before she wanders in.

quietly, the door zips closed behind her. ]

Sorry. Time got away from me.

[ truthfully, she does sound apologetic for having forgotten the time, too used to restlessly pacing the station to keep track of it. then again, with the looming threat of her immortality — she's not so certain she wants to think of a concept like time at all. ]

Leaving now would defeat the purpose of waking you up, and then you would be even testier. [ a little awkwardly, she comes to a standstill in the middle of the room, and hugs her arms over her stomach. it's a better alternative, at least, than plopping down onto kirigan's bed. ] How is it healing?

[ a pointed look at his bicep as she clarifies, clearing her throat, ] Your arm.