Tristan entered the coffe room and stopped having just taken one step inside. Pursing his lips, he scanned the room and the people inside. He looked over at Ian, standing there with what seemed to be the coffepot, and tried not to grimace at the sight. His eyes turned to the two women inside, just simply confused why anyone would actually be in this room.
With one simple look at the other guy who just entered, he decided he did not want to be in here more han necessary.

"Um..." he mumbled and turned around on the spot, walking back out to the desk area.
Making a face like he'd just bitten into a lemon, he walked away hoping to remember bring some tea with him the next day.