...No response? Samael didn't know whether to be pleased to be spared further annoyance, or disappointed that he was being denied further outlet for his pent up anger.
He cast a glance behind his back when he heard an odd thump and was none to pleased to see what was, to him, the worst possible scenario. He was about to be annoyed without a chance to release his fury and not only that... it was all morally obligated. Damn Moral Law.
He rushed to the girls side kneeling down and setting the groceries aside. Snapping his fingers in front of her face, he shouted at her to get up but it netted no response. He sneered in annoyance at the door and pushed it open and, putting his arms around the girls waste pulled her into the physics building lobby. "Don't do this to me, woman! I am not in the mood to have you passing out on me."
He looked up, no one was around. "Bloody hell! Bloody girl bloody passes out on me and of course no one is bloody around for the stupid bloody interview." he gently slapped the side of her face trying to get her back up. He figured she was just passed out or something and would recover quickly... but if she didn't it might be a sign of something worse. "Might be a bloody narcoleptic" he spat dismally to himself.
Frederick felt a vague unease. It was slight, but it penetrated his numbness like a razor knife and slice into his mind. It plied at the edges of his consciousness but each time he sough to identify it stole away like a raider in the night.