Kevin only shrugged at that, resting the small of his back against the table which he was confident was weighty enough to support his body. Another sip was taken -- he was starting to feel warmer. But his hands were starting to itch a bit so he set his mug aside and waved his hands up and down a bit.
"You know plumbing?" he did not. But Remy didn't need to know that, did he? Pulling a chair out from the table Kevin swung himself a bit to sit on it and sort of tugged the chair closer to the table, creating little gritty sounds until he was comfortable with his position. Hand fell on his manila envelope and pulled the thing closer so that he picked it up to open and slid out a couple of sheets from it. The sheets would have sketches of what looked like keyholders or something like that.