"It's you and that clock," came the answer, still in the same tone as Jess disappeared around the corner. She'd figure it out eventually.

... Or she wouldn't, in which case something told him he'd love to hear her ideas about what it could potentially mean.

While Raven busied herself here, the other rooms on the floor were calling his name for some much-needed reorganizing, and his footsteps started carrying the sound of his voice away from the room. He could double-back and hit this one later once she'd gotten what she needed. "I'll be down the hall."