He looks up with a jerk as he hears the rustling. They take a little longer to emerge than he was expecting, though, and the tension of it is somewhat dulled. By the time they reach the desk he's a bit more prepared.

"Still wearing that old thing..." he observes, his voice almost as quiet as it was earlier. He is testing the waters. They may be about to tear into him.

He can see they're carrying a note, anyway, so Lemm braces himself. When they're close enough he instinctively leans an inch closer to read it.