John's hands were fists in his pockets. Sarah had insisted upon this… this interview, had even spoken to Cragen about it before asking John himself, and now she was late. Gridlock supposedly. Something twisted in his gut. He checked his reflection in the glass again, refusing to look out into the city. For a man who lived in cities his whole life, it was odd to think that even standing in front of a full length window could set his head spinning and his stomach tumbling. She should be here by now.
"I'm sorry, John, traffic was murder out there. You alright?"
The voice startled him. Lost as he had been in his own thoughts and reflection, he hadn't caught Sarah entering the room behind him. "I'm fantastic," he drawled, turning from the window. "About to become, dare I say, a television superstar thanks to the ever lovely Ms Sarah Logan." A smile that was mostly smirk played at his lips. He pushed hard at the nerves that had his shoulders tight yet.