*loiters near the door, hands tucked into his trouser pockets (and damn, he left his coat at the restaurant, now that he's thinking of it)*
*smiles faintly, in the way that he does when calming particularly riled-up crazies patients because he sort of feels like one right now* It's all right, really. I'm used to things going pear-shaped at odd moments. Tea and a lie-down might be a good idea for you, though.