Gawain had spotted her as soon as she exited the line, the familiar clenching in his chest making him reach for his tea and sipping it. At least no one knew. That was a blessing.
"Of course not, Tonks. Do, sit," he said, gesturing at one of the empty chairs. "Or do you prefer to go by Lupin now?"
As he spoke, he slid the files back into his briefcase. He wouldn't get much else done today and the more crowded it got, the likelier it was that something would spill on them. Having Tonks at the table added to the likelihood as well.