Simon didn't mind people. He liked his cosy little team, where everyone knew each other better than family. And the plethora of persons that walked about everywhere in twos or threes living their lives were no peeve to him.

But this? A stuffy, hot hall filled to the brim with both civilians and military personnel with barely even room to breathe, let alone space at all to even stretch their arms without immediately bumping into someone, it made his heart race. He stood beside you, against the wall, and even his mask couldn't conceal how hard he was breathing.

"When.. will this bloody ceremony be o'er? 'm fuckin' dyin' o'er 'ere." he panted, fanning himself with a gloved hand as he perspired out of sheer anxiety.