He took some pains to look more casual than was his usual wont - no jacket, no tie, just a comfortable sweater to keep his old bones warm and a pair of nice slacks.
"Miss D'Ancato." he said with as much warmth as he could muster, standing outside her open chamber door. Her music was typically appalling but with a supreme effort of will he ignored it. "Might you have a moment?" he asked, noting her preoccupation.