Haley hates waiting. It's not that she's particularly impatient, she just gets… itchy. Especially when there's so much at stake but there isn't anything she can do to affect the outcome. When all she can do is braid Celia's hair or count her gold or paint her nails or count her gold or try to ignore Belkar's latest bout of dry heaving or count her gold again—
She can take inventory of her equipment, she guesses. She hasn't done that in a couple days, and it kills a good amount of time.
Seems like she's surprisingly short on ammunition. Well, not regular ammunition. But she's only got one silver and cold iron arrow each, and the enchanted stuff is slim pickings. She probably used most of it up on Tsukiko. Something to buy once Pete's cleric friend gets Belkar back on his feet and contacts Durkon… or once they give up on Pete's ability to actually produce said cleric friend and skip town to come up with a better plan.
She's basically stopped feeling hopeful when she hears Pete knocking at the door. Especially when it turns out that he still thinks it's gonna be "just one more day, promise." Although…
"Hey, Pete, as long as you're down here…"
He doesn't look very pleased with the interruption. Well, too damn bad.
After Haley manages to talk her way in:
"What's the big deal?" she mutters to herself as she goes through the drawers. "It's not like he was displaying most of it or selling it back…"