He shakes his head as his hand lifts away from it, and his eyes, when they find Kate again, are clear but bewildered.

"I wish that I could. One moment I was introducing a newcomer to the Bar, and the next --"

The hand lifts, palm up, then falls back to the duster. "I remember there being a bump. Someone accidentally nudging into me. There was spilled tea, and a purple cloud, and then, well..."

That hand makes an aborted attempt to return to his hair or the back of his neck, but he manages to keep it still, with an effort. "The rest, you know."