This... well, this is Topher's dream come true. One of them at least. A place he feels he belongs. That isn't his lab in the house. After all he does have that tattoo on his ankle. This boy is enjoying himself here. So much so he can hardly believe his luck. He's grinning like a fool when he heads into the bar.

Some of that joyous spring in his step goes, and how quickly is something when he sees the familiar shape of Adele propped up at the bar. He hesitates only momentarily, but still he does. He's cautious. Topher doesn't know what sort of mood she's going to be in. Though even he can tell it's likely not to be the best of them given how she's sat. With the promise of a new shiny spaceship. Oh yeah, he was not over the fact he was getting to say spaceship and actually mean it yet. That was still... he focused back on his boss.

Topher sits himself down next to her, with a slight ungracefulness to the action that only he can have. "Think I get a juice box here?" He asks.