He'd let himself get wrapped up in a bit of after-shift work; paperwork, mostly, which he really ought to have had a yeoman do. Distracted and not paying attention to the time, he jumped when the door chimed, and had to take a moment to collect himself. Right. Heather was coming by. Right. With the latest batch from the still. "Ah, just a mo'," he called, making at least a cursory attempt to straighten things up a bit before deciding it didn't really matter all that much. "Ah. C'mon in. S'open."