Remus lets out a noise of surprise when Radar pipes up, though he turns to smile, sheepish, at the other man.

"Ah, apologies. I didn't quite hear you," he'd been far too focused on making a coffee, after all. "I hope it's alright." He gestures to the machine, the carefully divided coffee grounds. "I suppose I should have asked first but if I'm honest I didn't realize anyone was here."

His ears burn pink but his smile is broad, warm, and reaches right to his eyes. "Remus. I'm Remus."