displeasure evident upon countenance when he arrived at the cafe. sapphire hues surveying his milieu to find her -- which wasted him a minute or two of his time, for he knows that Emily is not the type to situate herself in plain sight. and how right he is about that, for he spots her in the corner of the shop ; him striding to where she is. hands pulling up his trousers before sliding into the seat across her. it is odd to see her in Britain, of all places -- ❝ I thought you are back with the BAU, ❞ he muses, raising an eyebrow as he beckons one of the waiters to their table so he could order. ❝ missing British tea, I suppose? ❞ he jests, smirking, ❝ or, a case brought you here. ❞