Late for lunch, but then Tonks had been late for work this morning so she decided to work into her lunch break to make up for it. She -might- have gone under the radar, as she only walked in five minutes late and the slightest bit harried, but that nervousness was enough to set off a fit of clumsiness the likes of which she'd not gone through since the night before her wedding. Cursed nerves. She topped over a trash can which, apparently, contained a particularly messy spilled 'reassurance tea' which began to mutter sweet, soothing nothings as it spread over the floor. At the sound of the faint voices she jumped, knocked into one of the secretary's desk and upset the woman's ink pot. Needless to say, everyone noticed when Tonks entered the office.
Now, not entirely hungry either, she just ducked into line and ordered her usual, strange coffee. With the long hours she worked between the Ministry and the Order, she had taken a liking to the strange American coffee more than anything. It was half because of her they even carried it, but she was glad they did. She slipped through the line, managing to buy and pay for her coffee without spilling it on anyone. Now she just had to negotiate the crowded tables.
It didn't take her long to spy her boss' table, and someone already having joined him. Intriguing. A touch worried she was missing a meeting or some important work she began to make her way in that direction. She felt a bit out of touch since her wedding, no matter how much she tried to get back in. This would be the perfect opportunity. "Wotcher, Sir! Savage! Mind if I sit? Bloody crowded today, it is." She flashed them both a smile.