[Palamedes squints at him - and his glasses are, if one looks at him long enough, just a touch crooked permanently now, after bending them to hell and back in the study. Someone will have to do something about that eventually (it will be Camilla). But he squints, raising an eyebrow, considering Viktor like one indeed might consider a puzzle, or a particularly lengthy and confusing theorem to unravel.

So, good work.

Here's what he's got: probably, a man who isn't from around here shouldn't be wandering around unsupervised, and since he and Cam are already here, well, it only makes sense if he hangs around to figure out what the heck he's doing, sitting in front of the Oversight Body's door and inviting Palamedes to talk more shit about them. Palamedes makes a decision that involves a short sigh breathed out through his nose, fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves.

Okay.]

I barely scraped out full credits in Inter-House Empirical Diplomacy, but somebody has to be your escort. So whatever; we have time. Cam, tell me if anyone comes.

[Outside, Camilla hums her agreement. Palamedes circles around to the other side of the snack table, the side closest to Viktor, and leans against it, crossing his arms. This is not a standard escort; never mind.]

Your colors are Second, but you didn't preen around doing the usual Cohort regimen, so you're not military. Ambassador? Although from the Second, they're basically the same.