No, I didn't smack him or glare or even treat him like the ridiculously frustrating person he apparently was. Instead, I got to my feet and left him there with Mom who met my eyes with that perfect amount of "Are you serious?" that I felt utterly justified my own feelings toward Barry.
Let her deal with him. I was sure it was just his lingering discomfort from the helicopter flight, his upset stomach, his continuing attitude about me. Sure it was. Not like Dr. Aberstock was now saddled with an intern who might be a few choice slices short a chocolate cake.
Nope, wasn't going there. Because it honestly wasn't my problem. Instead, I hustled out into the foyer, looking for Jill. When I didn't spot her immediately I did the only rational thing a Fleming could do in such a situation.