Ikenna had certainly taken his time getting around to investigating Level Two. It was not that he had been dreading a confrontation with Evander Bole; quite the opposite, in fact. The Head of Security had instead taken care of as many menial tasks as possible so that he had a clear schedule ahead of him, all the better to relish what was certain to be an interesting interaction.

And upon strolling into the Magical Law Enforcement "reception area," Gevrik noticed immediately that he was not to be disappointed.

"Well well well," the dark man spoke, slowly, deeply and deliberately as he casually wandered into the midst of the young shopkeepers and the older auror. Uninvited, presumably unwanted, and most likely unknown, he allowed Bole a generous smirk as he came to a stop in the centre of the room with arms spread wide. "What have we here?"

One precursory flick of his eyes to either side of the room could inform him of the situation, but he felt obligated to use his words for the sake of politeness.

For now.