"Topher," Clair wasn't comfortable in Topher's office. He was everywhere in it. The doctor knew that it didn't make sense to say that someone was 'everywhere' in a room. But the taste of him was all over it. Toys, discarded soda cans and pizza boxes littered on the couch and the fridge in the corner. It reaked of him. The whole room. That disgusting almost slickly sweet sent from too much candy in his system. Taste aside, communication was necessary for the holistic care of the actives, which came first as far as Claire was concerned. And right this moment she needed to communicate with Topher about Victor and his dire need for an altruistic engagement. As no one read the files she so careful filled, she was forced to take more direct measures.
She looked up from the spot on the carpet she'd been staring at since she entered. A non-immediate response was unusual for the frustratingly active young man. "Uh...Topher?" Her brow furrowed with confused revulsion as Topher walked up to greet her. Hair messier than usual and rather under dressed. "Do I even want to know why you're in your underwear?"
Topher grinned, spreading his arms in welcome. "Ah," He said, smiling a little wider than usual, obviously pleased to see the disapproving woman in the lab coat. "Company. Great. Wonderful." The neuro expert looked oddly hopeful, "Do you have any starch?"
Claire's blankly confused expression was further exasperated when Adel popped her head up from behind a table. "We've eaten all the bad ones." The very dishevelled English woman informed.
Her eyes narrowed as she tried to draw a conclusion as to what she'd missed. Something important, obviously. "I...I'm going to come back later." Claire stated, taking a backwards step towards the stairs.
Topher took those last few steps necessary to reach over and put both open palms down on the very uncomfortable doctor's shoulders. Staring her very seriously in the eye. "You do a very good job. You actually like them." He grinned. "I mean seriously, who actually likes them?" He laughed. Claire shrugged him off, repulsed. Disgusted that this was happening. That was Adel was here, letting this happen.
"I'm going to come back later." Clair said more forcefully as she headed back down the hall towards the stairs. "When you're both over whatever it is you're clearly on." She said sharply over her shoulder as she stormed back towards the safety of her own office.