I notice him glancing around and wave one hand before putting it, I hope companionably, on his shoulder. "Don't worry about that, I'll take any grief your teacher tries to give you. Oh, I'm Sengoku Ryouma, by the way, but you can call me Ryouma, if you like, or Professor, like everyone around here seems to do." I smile at him. "Though I'm honestly not that old."

I angle him and lead him away from the group of his peers, and towards the elevator.

Perhaps I'm pushing my luck with something like this, but I am terribly curious as to what his reaction will be to seeing the obvious debris from our current project strewn about my lab.