Very angry, because on top of the whole missing boyfriend thing, there had been a lot put into this kitchen that was now the victim of a lot of collatoral damage from the struggle that had taken place, and she knew all too well what a bitch that webbing could be to clean up sometimes.

So when she heard a knock on the door, she figured it was probably one (or possibly a combination) of a few things: an answer, more problems, or an annoyingly unrelated nuisance. Glad she still had her gun on her so she didn't have to take any extra steps before getting there, she went to the door, muttering to herself, "I swear to god, this better be you just screwing up some dumb experiment that left you locked out of the apartment..."

Possibly without clothes. Because she felt, at this point, he'd owe her at least that much.

But nope, one look through the peephole, and no sign of a pantless Tightpants. So she wrenched open the door and quickly demanded, "What?"

Because if this didn't immediately have anything to do with what she was dealing with right now, that door was going to be slammed right shut.