Oh god was Jean-Paul late. At this time, at this rate, there really was no excuse for it. Then again, what excuse could he ever have if he could travel faster than any existing machine? Clearly it wasn't the walking part that slowed him down. Knowing he was pushing it, badly, he zoomed to the basement and ran a hand through his hair. The expression on his face as he walked in said it all: I'm terribly sorry. But even he knew that wasn't enough.
His eyes swept the room to see who all was there, and of course everyone was. Well, shit. Not that there was anything he could do about it now. Sticking to the back, he grabbed a chair in an attempt to not cause any interruptions. The only thing worse than showing up extremely late to a very important meeting would be to also distract all the attendees with his own arrival. He wasn't that self-centered. Mostly.
He also had no idea what they were talking about at the moment. He'd have to get someone to catch him up later...all he knew right now was that Tabitha didn't count for much which caused him to grin and think of a few witty comebacks to throw at her when they were alone. For now he was bent on keeping quiet until something more useful came up that he could actually contribute to. Then maybe he could just pretend to have been there for awhile - secret invisibility? He wondered who'd actually buy that.