"For my sins, yes, I am he." he said, bowing to Abigail in greeting. "Forgive my rather informal attire; I thought it might not be wise to travel the streets of London in my uniform during these anxious times." he explained, his voice sounding warm and rich in tones, like someone doing a voice over for a chocolate advertisment. "Though I will admit, I hadn't realised that I was so well known; mostly I've been trying to learn my way in this new England, an England so different to the one I left, on that fateful night..." he trailed off, before shaking his head to clear away his thoughts. "I'm sorry, I'm wool-gathering.... Tea, you say? Oh, that would be absolutely splendid; shall I be 'mother' then?" he asked with a slightly crooked smile.<br/><br/>It was about that point that the new woman arrived, and began to fossick over the shelves. Gavin knew who she was for a fact, both from the word on the street, and from reading Bram Stoker; and being a good, God-fearing Englishman like he was, seeing a Creature of the Night so close to him was giving him conniptions, as he began to feel around in his pockets for something to protect himself. These actions however were almost immediately curtailed when he saw her tossing those books around, which made him indignant at the disrrespect shown to said books. "I say, watch where you're tossing those! And for that matter, you should treat books with respect!" he exclaimed.