Greg had been on edge since a phone call from Ben gave him a heads-up that his and Xav's Vessel had been left unconscious at the Kindred HQ, and that Xavier was bringing her home. He'd literally been pacing the main entryway to their home for pretty much the entire time since... which was saying something, given that it was an hour's drive. He hadn't wanted to call Xav and bother him while he was travelling with an incapacitated Skye. But when they got there, he damn sure intended to get to them as quickly as possible. His senses as Kindred were far more highly attuned than those of an ordinary human would be, and he immediately perked up when he heard the car in the driveway. He ran out to meet them, not even waiting for the chauffeur to get out and open the door as was customary.

He moved right over himself and swung the door open, half expecting Skye to be dead or something. But instead, she was sitting up and talking to Xavier. "Oh, thank fuck. Ben called me and I've been worried sick. Are you okay, Skye?"