Herbert hums contemplatively and tries to be a little subtle about using the handkerchief to dry his forehead before returning it to his pocket. He's fine. It's not actually bad, yet. It's just been a stressful evening.

"A diversion sounds ideal. One of your 'notable events'?" He's interested if it will get him out of his own head, distract him from what feels like Hill oozing through it again. "If he does, I doubt they're kept in the ballroom."