Oh please... Stop with the shouting!
Gah. Now the mademoiselle was having a tantrum, and this was not good at all if an argument erupted. Do it on your own time, when I'm not around! He thought, removing his reading glasses and put them in his pocket.

And that girl over there was called Jane. Good to know.

Now Tristan was really hoping the cleaning lady had some aspirin, this was getting to be too much for him. Why couldn't everyone just...calm down. As he saw the woman stop her scrubbing and regard Tristan, he smiled akwardly but sighed tiredly when she shook her head. Great. "Thanks anyways..." he mumbled, leaning back into his chair.
Not that it seemed to be helping that much, Tristan resumed his temple-massaging, closing his eyes as he waited for the chaos to settle.

And now the seriousness that is Enrico began. If he couldn't calm the riot, who could?
Surely now the meeting could begin. Please. Tristan wanted to get the bloody hell out of there and drink a gallon of water. He'd heard water was good for headaches, though he wasn't entirely sure it would work. Massage, massage, massage...