Close to ten minutes on, there's the soft scuff of shoes, and Quatre glances up from his book, squeezes Trowa's hand and lets go as the door is knocked on solidly once, and then twice.

(He's straightened, and his face is more serious; calmer. This is only half of what's going on inside, of course.)

There's a pause, and Bernie opens the door, glancing inquisitively inward.