Nic walked out in boxers and a towel on his head. He seemed to be deep in thought because he didn't notice right away. But after a moment he blinked, slowly looking around.

Frei continued to stare at him, having no visible reaction to his lack of clothes. After a moment she reached up and patted some ruffled hair back into place.

He was silent for another moment before looking to Frei. "... Did you call someone to clean this up?" he asked.

"No." Frei said blankly, staring at him icily once more.

"... If you aren't going to leave, then clothes your eyes while I get a shirt," he told her.

Frei didn't close her eyes, but after a moment her eyes left Nic and drifted over to Laurel seemingly on her own accord.

So Nic awkwardly worked his way around not exposing his back to Frei, slipping on a shirt and some pants before calling someone to bring an instaclean.

"If you really loved her you'd do it yourself to spare her the embarrassment of having others know she was so drunk she threw up all over your room." Frei suddenly said in her typical stone-ish voice. That might have been the most words Nic had heard her say.

"... Something tells me they all already know," he replied smoothly before double checking to make sure Laurel was breathing alright.

Frei continued to eye him closely, "She's fine."

Laurel seemed to be in a very deep sleep. Nic had never seen her sleep so hard before.

"... Did you give her something?" he asked Frei.

Frei shook her head slightly.

Nic let it be, going to check on his computer while they waited.

Rather quickly some girls came with cleaning supplies. It didn't take them long to have the room back the way it was but they frequently glanced at Laurel's passed out form on the bed. But as they noticed Frei's cold, borderline glare, they finished and left. Frei then turned the look to Nic's back.

Nic continued working on his computer quietly like he had forgotten Frei was there.

"How much longer will that be your priority?" Frei suddenly spoke.