Lance was worried about Am. Mouthing off to your Covenant leadership, especially in front of the maybe-new guy was just not smart no matter what leverage you had over them. He had tried to contact her last night, but he didn't get anything, and he had tried to contact her upon waking tonight but with no success. There was of course the fear that Anasztaz had done something to her, but rushing over to the chapter house wouldn't help her. Anything that would have been done already would have been done, a few hours wouldn't make much of a difference one way or another. But she was his friend and he still worried.
Regardless, he did want to join the Dragons, so he spent the time he wasn't rushing over getting ready. Last night was a rush job, he had been at a party before and he took her message to mean get over there right now, no time to change into something more appropriate. Tonight, he first went out for a quick nip, someone to pull into an alley, something to take the edge off the hunger, then back home to shower, change and shave. Pretend that you know how to be professional, make a better impression this time. Riding the bike put a limit on what he could wear, so it's leather again, only this time with a freshly ironed shirt, crisp, clean and white. Mouthwash and a breath mint on the way over to spruce the pearly whites up and you're done.
After parking and securing his bike, he moves up to the doors an knocks, waiting for an answer, not wanting to just barge in without permission.
Feeding