Simon frowned when he felt his pocket buzz, and reached for his phone automatically, examining the screen. It took him a moment to find Warren's face in the crowd, then he found Jean-Paul's.

Ah. Jean-Paul looked like he was about to throw his chair down and walk out. And, really, Simon couldn't blame him. But, if anyone could talk the speedster down, it would be Warren.

Sighing, he opened up the reply screen and began to type.

I'll be there.