Well, at least Jean-Paul had what he wanted now and that should be about enough to make him happy, right? Kevin listened to the shy creaks of their cabinet and the little tinks of their fashionable silverware until Remy spoke and so he drew his attention back to the older man. Kevin was fine with whatever he said, though, and he was sure Remy didn't need to know that. So he just nodded a bit (more like minute head-boppings) and went back to his key holders.
And when that was enough staring, he took his manila envelope up and slid the stuff in there. But work can wait -- he still had cocoa to finish and he wasn't exactly a fan of bringing drinks up to his room.
The newspapers by the edge of the table came to his attention next and a quick hand grabbed it. Eyes browsed through the headlines and aha! The mutant enrolment bit.
Kevin began to read -- he'd only heard about it from his office's TV (and the people in the bus) but he didn't exactly know the details.