Maeve beat on the door, hard enough so that her partner would hear, but not hard enough to break the door.

She'd been drinking, trying to forget about Homelander, and that damn plane, but it wasn't working. She knew that only her lover could help her forget those things, and make her feel better.

They hadn't talked in a while, because they had a bad fight... but she needed them, now.

--"Hey, open up. I know you can hear me." She said.