Rapid, sturdy, steps bring Garrick down into Elysium. A quick pat at each hip to make sure he didn't bring anything illegal and Garrick walks into Court prop at a quick pace. Sunglasses freeze at his hip as the other monsters in the room notice his and his theirs. Fear and Hate play out in a frantic battle as Garrick forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Being late is bad, being late when things have already started is worse. Motion returns and Garrick's head swings to regard the new Kindred and then to the two poachers. The White Eyed Nosferatu blinks and forces himself to slow and calm down. Letting the monster close to freedom is not good.
Everyone else is ignored as Garrick walks to the gathering storm of senior kindred. "Good evening Prince Clarke." A bow to the Prince of Sacramento. "Good evening Royal Archon, Seneschal, Reeve, Priscus." Deep nods to the others as well.
"I'm sorry for not getting here sooner Seneschal." Garrick's dark grey button down shirt shows signs of being quickly tucked in and faint hints of dust can be spotted at the bottom cuffs of his black pants over black dress shoes. Noticing the sunglasses still in his hand, Garrick hangs them from the right pocket of his pants.