At the feel of someone coming up from behind and putting a hand on him, Sam gives a tired sigh, lips thin as he begins to turn around - how many times did he have to tell these people 'no'? When he hears and actually sees that it is Cyril though, the tension in his body seems to fade, and the smile starting to replace his frown is both relieved and apologetic.

"Cyril! Sorry about that... just one too many people today thinking it is alright to get hands-y for one reason or another- Course you're always welcome to that-" Ugh, he was rambling wasn't he? "I'm just finishing up here. I wasn't expecting to see you until I got home. That's a pleasant surprise."