[He's not far, in his usual place and typing on his laptop at full speed. Glasses on, pages scrolling in their reflection, and his fingers don't pause the moment he glances up, but rather continue to type seemingly with a mind of their own until they too slow to a stop]

Joaquin? [Obviously not the person he expected to see, Hermann sets the laptop on the coffee table and reaches for his cane to stand.]

Isn't Newton supposed to be with you? He left to meet with you not too long ago, if I'm not mistaken.

[And suddenly he's worried that something very serious happened and steps forward with a touch more urgency] What happened?