Though Dillon could probably scoff at 'Miss Loaded's excuses, or roll his eyes, that would be a little juvenile.
You didn't realize they weren't synthetic drumsticks when you whipped them out and started whirling them around in Court?
Wiping away his presumptions, judgements, and cynicism with a firm mental hand, the deputy returns @Callum McCann 's nod. Respectfully, but always with that cheerful smirk. It isn't just a mask used to put others at ease; he is always open minded for granting others consideration, and benefit of the doubt. It just turned into a very annoying evening very quickly.
He amuses himself by imagining unacknowledged Kindred juggling knives in Court next.
But as they make their way to the Conference Room, it pains Dillon to watch Martha struggle the way she is. The gentleman in him is demanding that he offer his assistance... but in order to keep an eye on the girl with the vivid hair and the goofy name, he must hang back a pace. And he can't help but be curious about what is causing the Herald's distress, watching every dragging step just as carefully as he watches the girl.
As they reach the Conference Room, he politely ushers the trouble inside; gently placing his hand on the door to take it from Martha's and allow her inside as well. Once everyone is clear, he steps in and takes a post nearby. The door is pulled shut behind him.