( He nods, his dusty brows still pulled down. )

Your daemon should be able to help there. They take a lot of getting used to, but they do actually seem to want to make things easier. ( Barricaded, moved by some strange understanding, climbs back down to the ground and transforms. Adam's hand curls around his water bottle, lifting it off the table in a clear sign. ) Ask though, there are plenty of people here.

( And then he stands, gives Thom a small nod, trying to ignore the quell of awkwardness within him. )

I'll see you around, yeah? If you need anything, just look for Barricaded on the network.