Topher was still a bundle of nerves from his "outing" with Bennett. She loved him? Him? That was a bit more than he could handle.

Stepping into his lab he paused and nearly turned around. Whiskey. He'd forgotten about her. She was back and not dead no matter how much his mind tried to remind him she was. Something else he wasn't sure he could handle, but Boyd and Bennett were concerned, so he could do this.

"Cl-Whiskey. Hi."