Haven security, now with EARPIECES for ease of communication...
Vulcan hadn't been at all amused at the idea of playing bodyguard to Mr. Gazillionaire Playboy dude here. He had requested that someone else do it, had hemmed and hawed and grumbled but, he had to admit, now that he was here in this nice suit, he rather enjoyed the feeling of authority that came with standing behind the people on the stage area. He was a vain peacock, Vulcan was, and being well dressed and looked at with some degree of respect had him all but strutting his stuff up there beyond the podium.
Gabriel had to literally remind himself to focus when, at one point, he found himself making eyes at a hot brunette reporter in his line of sight instead of watching the floor. He adjusted his earpiece to make himself look important. "Testing, testing. Is this thing on?" he muttered behind his closed fist, so people couldn't read his lips.