Security Room/ Hei's Room

It was early, but Lan was already finishing her rounds. She was finishing a bit earlier than usual, for she was quite hungry and only allowed herself to eat once she'd finished her first set of rounds. She'd grabbed her bag with a lovely bánh mì for breakfast, the soy sauce and onions smelling quite strong as she made a beeline for the staff room, where she could warm and eat the food she'd so happily made herself for breakfast. Of course, she could always warm her phở, and the rare beef, hoisen sauce, and sriracha sauce...

Lan nearly began to drool, and started to rush.

The only thing that slowed her was the sounds coming from the Security Room. She stopped outside of the door, and leaned close to listen. She could hear the movie, could hear the women and men speaking Chinese (What dialect, she never could tell...it all sounded strange, and she'd never really had much of a desire to learn it) Of course, she knew who was in there. She knew it was Hei, her fellow coworker from Asia. She'd almost made it a goal to know him, as she had done in school with the other students from the countries near her home. Her coworker, however, had been better off...he'd had the luxury to be born in Hong Kong, of all places, rather than a secluded Vietnamese rice farm.

And with that seemed to come his strangely nocturnal behavior. He was always awake in that messy little room, all those monitors far too bright in far too dark a room for her own comfort. It was almost Lan's goal, to make sure he rests and tidies up after himself.

She knocked on the door, figuring that her breakfast can wait just a bit longer. "Hei?" She called. "Open up, Hei."

Lan frowned at his voice. He sounded unmistakably like he had just woken up, which should not be right. He should have been awake and watching the cameras, for the patients were either already awake, or were waking. It wouldn't be safe if the person looking over the cameras was sleeping, he couldn't see if any of the patients setting up a potentially dangerous situation for the nurses and doctors...and, of course, it bothered her when he slept in, for everyone else had to work just that much harder to make up for his inattentiveness to the cameras.

"Hei, how long have you been asleep? And when did you go to bed, for that matter?" She asks...no, demands, for she expected a certain answer. She crossed her arms after setting down her bag.

Lan gave him a stare, then tried to peer around him assess to the state of his room. Silently, she cursed her short height; she could only see half his face and his shoulder, and could not see over it. Though, with this suspicious behavior, she assumed it was dirty. After a moment, she grew frustrated and grabbed the door handle to push the door open.

"Let me in for a moment, I'm quite tired. I just finished my rounds and my legs are a bit sore." It was a lie, but she wanted to see inside.

The answers didn't please Lan. She let go of the doorknob and stepped back, crossing her arms and thinking of a way she could get him to open the door...though, if he really wasn't decent, then she did not want to barge in. While she was, to some extent, tomboyish, she still wasn't a man, nor his wife, and therefore did not want to intrude on his morning routines. She allowed him his privacy in his room, for now. However, she was sure that later on she'd have to stop by to check on him again.

"A while...you sound and look like you just rolled out of bed. How long was this while, a few minutes? I passed a few rooms and heard the patients moving around, so you should have awake and ready already. I suppose I can forgive you, though. You're awake now." She pauses, and looks at him. "Also, turn off that movie. It's distracting, and the Chinese hurts my ears."

She turned on her heel, and started off, before stopping. "I expect that you'll be there soon? I won't be happy if I'm left to wait for too long."