He looked up when he heard Tamora's voice, offering a polite smile in return to her grin. He hadn't been particularly expecting company, but of course it was always a likelihood in a place like a coffe shop, especially one as frequented as this one - Exsilium may very much be an exile island (and in a dystopic future to boot), but this particular place had a way of making the odd synthetic coffee taste fairly palatable. He had some paperwork spread out on the table - some from Commissioner Sorenstam for general upkeep, some others for recent additions and arrests - but he pushes them aside, tapping them into a pile and making room for her.

"Trying a change of scenery, I suppose."