Jameson didn't make eye contact with Tristan. He just shrugged at the idea of suspension. "If you think it's necessary, Sir." Some time off could do him some good. Or it could cause the cat to drive him bonkers.
When Madalena returned, Tristan lifted his scowl slightly. "Of course you may, Madalena. I'm sorry this happened to you, and that you had to see the measures we take to ensure your safety."
Jameson rose slowly, grateful that he was being allowed to go home. He could use a hot shower and a new suit. And some ibuprophen or percocet...
Once they were out of the room, Tristan looked around further. Blood, wood and more blood on fagments of wood... Great. He'd have to call Rhi and let her know he was going to be late home tonight.
He turned to Mr. Sypher. "Care to tell me your side of the story?" He asked, having just realized he was probably there for the whole thing.