*glancing over the group dynamics, had the sneaking suspicion that the troublemakers weren't yours after all, given their utter lack of People's Voice attire and paraphernalia—never mind the fact that your crew is stationed where they were throughout last week, and the newcomers seem to have planted themselves in a disorderly clump to one side*
*off your expression, thinks it's definitely a fair bet that whoever this new group is, they aren't attached to you* *which is a relief, really, because he wasn't looking forward to finding out that you'd abandoned your excellent senses*
*doesn't say a word, but merely stands in place, silent, hands still tucked casually into his pockets, watching with a very, very mild expression until the louder ensemble finally runs out of things to say and quiets down (probably out of curiosity, too—gets 'em every time)*
*calmly, addressing all and sundry* Good morning. I'm Erestor. *brushes right past the simple introduction and holds up two fingers* Two things. One: I am in charge of this House and its operations. That means that if you have something to say, I'm the one to say it to—provided it's said in a civilized manner, preferably by one individual at a time. My ears aren't what they used to be. Two—
*cuts off at a renewed murmur from the left and simply stares (are you quite finished, children?) until it tapers off* *continues, rather pleasantly* Two: I am in charge of this House and its operations. That means it's my responsibility to protect my grounds and my staff from disorderly conduct and harassment. Simply put, please get along, or move along.