Enter one Caleb Caustello with a fragile book in a ziplock bag stacked on top of some dictionaries, and a laptop bag in another.

"Make yourself useful or move aside, you muppet. How can you guard an Ace when you're sitting down stuffing your face with doughnuts?" Grumpy old man come bearing gifts for his could-have-been granddaughter? Not Caleb, certainly. It wasn't as if he came storming up to Eileen's room pointing a shotgun at her bodyguard.