The door chime opens Kylah's eyes, which is the first time she realizes they were closed. In fact, she must have dozed off--lifting her hand to her hair, she can feel that it is still damp, but not nearly as much as she remembers.
She gets to her feet and, a little disoriented from her brief nap, tries to remember if Velir said he would come by after his appointment. Perhaps he hailed me and I did not hear, she thinks with a glance at the communicator over on her desk.
Well, it does not matter now, he seems to be here. The tests might have gone better than expected. Or worse, if he needs to see me... Anxious, Kylah pads halfway to the door in her bare feet, then glances down when the cool air against her skin reminds her that she is wearing only a thin satin bathrobe, and it is not even completely closed. Embarrassed, she hastens to tie the belt to her short robe. "Come," she calls, finishing the messy knot while the door whooshes open and she apologizes: "I am sorry, I cannot recall if you were to come here or--"
Her words choke to a halt when she finally looks up at the person in her doorway. It is not Velir. Kylah unconsciously backs up a step in shock. "Mr. Graham? What are you doing here?"