Brock had been sick in bed, sure. But once he woke up and saw that Molotov wasn't around, he was really irritated.

Of course he was glad that his fever had broken and he felt perfectly fine again. But he was annoyed that she was out doing god knows what -- she could still be sick, after all. And then she would just be sniffling everywhere and he'd probably have to take care of her or whatever, and that would be even more irritating.

He finally tracked her down in the hall, and stormed over to her. "Hey."