Roger sighs.<em>Well, there goes my shower.</em>He slips on his robe, and grabs his wallet, heading downstairs.<br/><br/>He stops at the foot of the stairs, taking in the scene. He closes his eyes and sighs.<em> So that's what Cindy meant...</em>He cautiously approaches.<br/><br/>"Um, excuse me. Is there some way I can help out? Perhaps I can buy you some breakfast while they sort this out? Might help..." He shrugs helplessly, and smiles at the Doctor, hoping to present himself as compassionate and caring, and not the lunatic that he was last night.