Callaghan's not far off the mark. After meandering slowly through the room for a minute or two, Krei drops unceremoniously into a chair and sits there with one arm propped up on the arm of the chair, cradling his forehead. He's still too wired from the events of the day to doze off, but it's the first bit of peace he's had since crashing into Robert in that alley. It's just enough time to look back on the events of the last several hours with a growing sense of dismay.

At the eventual sound of footsteps he pushes himself back to his feet, re-buttoning the front of his suit jacket. He spares a quick glance at the unfamiliar man accompanying Callaghan, but he's going to stay quiet until proper introductions are made. It's the polite thing to do, and Alistair Krei is rarely anything but polite.

He'll even try to keep the anxiety from his face when he looks back over at Callaghan. Which may or may not succeed. He's not exactly bringing his A-game today.