Price had been just sitting in his office, doing nothing more than twiddling a pencil between his fingers and wishing he had a cigar. That was, until you walked in.

He gaze shifted to look over your panicking form, his eyes widening slightly. "Hey, whats goin' on, love?" Price asked as he leaned back in his chair a bit. "Do you need some time alone with me?" He seemed genuinely worried about you.