*and he doesn't feel the need to explain his reasoning (my responsibility to defend legitimate civil demonstration), but if some part of him does realize the nature of your relief, that part is pleased to be of service*
*having said his piece, pulls an about-face and signals to security to shut the gates behind him, placidly ignoring the mounting unrest and protests from the Peak North group* *thinks he'll have to keep close tabs with security (no idle threat, that), plus he should probably call you a little later on, and of course there's Reavey to deal with now...*
*is jarred from his weary train of thought when something soft and squishy hits him square between the shoulder blades—a wet, crinkly thmp followed by a muted splat on the stones*