The door is open when they get there, about half a foot of space. Something of a habit for his former office, a signal that he was available, and now is no different—they can find him in the midst of reading reports, taking notation, and visibly glad to see the pair of them that they might distract him.

Some minor decision not to immediately rise from his seat at the heavy-set desk, but does put his pen aside, sit back a little further in his chair.

"Hello," a greeting. "Passing through?" The door to their private quarters is, in contrast to the front entry, closed tightly, but unlocked.