Percy was rarely greeted with such enthusiasm, at least, in the sense that it was pleasant enthusiasm, so both of his eyebrows shot up when he heard Auror Savage's chipper greeting.
He swiveled around. "Er, hello, Auror Savage." He managed a thin smile and lowered the tray in his hands, which he had been clutching like it was a shield.
"I'm as well as can be expected, I think." That was the politest way to say 'Rather dour, at the moment' he could think of. "And yourself?"