Mike sighed. Being head of security was hard. There was something going on at Fiona's, Foxy had a mother try to hit him, and Roxy was being harassed. Dear God.
"Mr. Schmidt?" Micheal peaked through his fingers at Vanessa, who wasn't supposed to be here until eleven.
Mike sat up, stretching his finally healed body. Remnant was, apparently, good for more than simply not dying.
"What do you need, Ms. Allen?" He asked the blonde, who winced. Nothing good, then.
"I was coming to inform you I couldn't work tonight. Gregory got sick, and... well... let's just say I'm pushing it. I stopped by because I don't have your number yet." He blinked. Huh. She didn't, did she? Mike wordlessly wrote his number on a piece of paper and sent her on her way.
"Keep me updated on the gremlin!" He yelled to her as she left.
Wow, never a dull moment here, is there?