Philomen didn't spend nearly as much time here as he probably ought to--even he could acknowledge that he worked too much, and he wasn't really in a position to be a member of any other club, so he may as well enjoy it. So, here he was on a free afternoon, enjoying a drink and resisting the urge to pull out notes he had on his person that he could be going over now.
He was sitting at a table and forcing himself to enjoy his leisure time when he saw a familiar face approaching. Ah! A distraction! "Mr. Finn," he greeted amicably.