Whoa...whoA...WHOA
Suddenly many things happened at once. And then his headache got worse by the acid smell of...something clean. Tristan looked up and saw a woman, cleaning. Who was she?? And why was she cleaning? Where in Merlin's pants did she get that bottle?
He was about to voice his confusion, to ask the woman, when this other woman, who Tristan recognizing her accent, assumed was french burst into the room.

With a frown, Tristan put his reading glasses on to get a better look at the new staffer. Is that a...bubble...? He squinted wondering if his eyesight was getting worse. Shaking his head to clear it, and regretting it fast - Ouch - he realised that this was probably the most active he'd seen the DP be. Huh.

There seemed to be alot of staffers of the female gender here. Tristan glanced over at Enrico and Ian, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. Oh, no wait...
As if on cue, a man walked in, seeming to be pretty together. Tristan jerked his head up in a greet.

Turning back to the scrubbing woman, he leaned closer and asked "You don't by any chance have some aspirin in that bag, do you?"