She was putting the last touches on the table by the time he came to check on her. The food had literally just arrived moments before. "I was just about to come get you, Dr. Wells," she said, her voice sounding slightly dull at the moment because he seemed to be displeased with her that day. She wrung her hands, thinking that she would have to take her portion elsewhere and be gone from his sight. She was so worried about his irritation that she actually tripped and the plate in her hand went crashing to the floor.