Having followed some other DP employees to this room, Tristan looked around to find an empty seat around the wonderfully overused table.
He pushed back a chair, wondering just what sort of squishy context he had touched, and sat down.

The people around him looked as gloomy as the offices around here, that dark haired guy over there even looked like he was sitting pretty uncomfortable. Tristan didn't dare move to much, he might get a splinter from this rackety old chair.

But carefully, he leaned back crossing his arms and waited for the meeting to begin.