[He'd planned to come yesterday, but when he'd heard Lady Euphemia returning in that -- state, he'd thought better of it. Yes, he had things to resolve with Suzaku (and the whole Defense Force, likely, if not the dome), but he knew it was not the time. Today may not be the time, but he doesn't want to be accused of hiding along with all else.]
[The network had been telling, lately. He wasn't welcome. And he feels it as he enters HQ, but maintains a carefully neutral expression. It's no different than back home.]
[He approaches the desk, his sword snapped in place in its sheath; an olive branch, if you will. Not that this left him defenseless by any means, but he hopes it will be taken as the gesture it was meant for.]