R stumbles his way inside, glancing around with that look of slow surprise that might be interest despite himself. He hasn't made it a habit to go to the other District suites aside from Howard and Julie, really, and each one looks different. R's gray eyes eventually drift over to Joan as he joins her at the table.

"Coun...ciling. Still...do...it?" R asks. With his word limit, he can't afford to beat around the bush. Besides, knowing Joan from that conversation he had, he doesn't think she cares for that sort of thing either.