Gauron's had... a few drinks. Supposedly, the "non-alcoholic" ones. And now, he's dead silent, stony-faced, with one hand maintaining a white-knuckled grip on the edge of his table and the other on his SIG P226. His finger isn't on the trigger yet, at least, and it's technically still in its holster, but he is not a friendly drunk. Suddenly robbed of his instinctive awareness of everything going on around him, he is a hostile and paranoid drunk.