Meredith glances over at the closed door first (so maybe what she hates most is that, try as she might to hide it, this is turning her skittish, afraid, like the others might change their minds, send someone to check on them). Nodding, she sinks slowly down beside him. "Okay," she says. "A minute sounds good." More than that would be better, but she'll take what she can get until they're out of this mess.