To her credit, Natalie had not actually stuck around Seattle forever (or even until Sam would wake up), although she'd had a long day of sitting by his door yesterday. He'd be fine. She'd check on him later. He had everyone else watching over him.

Although right now she was wishing she'd never left.

See, for some random reason, on her way back, she had had a layover in Fandom in the early morning. It would've been fine – she'd grabbed a coffee from the Perk and taken a brief walk around the park – but she was feeling the effects now. There'd been something in the air on the island again, and now it was in her system, making her twitchy in a way she was pretendng wasn't familiar.

Also, about equally randomly, someone at the Haiti end of her Portalocity trip had told her she looked like an old lady. So now she was both distracted as well as vaguely offended. But mostly just distracted. It wasn't very conducive to getting back to work, but she was trying.

And definitely not scrolling through any pictures on her phone.

[ooc: NFB, but open for texts/calls/visits. You can thank a random person on IMDb for that random insult to Nat's face, oh em gee.]