Kris entered, ready for work but not yet due. There was ample time for a coffee first.
He grinned at Chief Abrams, boggled at a particularly strident head of red hair in the line then noticed another particularly fine head of hair bent over a book.
Coffee could wait.
"Hmmmm - too many vowels in Gaelic. They ought to share them out a bit with the Welsh. They got too many consonants."