To his credit, Gavin managed to keep his hand from rubbing around his throat, with a bit of difficulty; and even gave her a litle smirk as if to say "Told you so.". He quickly finished his tea, and then took a moment to put the books back on the shelves, sorted by genre and in both chronological and alphabetical order before following the others down; due to this he was the last fellow to arrive in the Union Chamber, and the last to be seated. He was actually rather pleased by the chairs; he remembered only too well the plain, almost spartan metal seat that he'd sit on for hours upon hours, night after night at the navigation post on a Lancaster, as "P-Popsie" flew on raids over Nazi Germany.<br/><br/>"Sorry if I'm late, chaps." he said with a somewhat crooked smile.