Sam had been napping, his first attempt at sleep since moving in - talk of the full moon and werewolves and half the cast of Dracula and other crazy motherfuckers really tired him out, not to mention encouraged him to make a mental note to make sure his gun had bullets in it. It was Manhattan, you just never could tell around here!
But then he jolted awake at 11:53, running into the bathroom (nearly breaking his neck tripping over the cardboard boxes he was sprawled out on in the living room) to put in his contacts. Two minutes later he was out the door, dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, not tucked in, going for the casual look. He didn't really resemble the prototype of a scientist, but he knew that and he was fine with it. Preferred it that way, actually. It was amusing when people underestimated him; made for more laughs later, when he proved the naysayers wrong. Sam was full of surprises.
It was 12:01 when he joined Archer in the lobby. "Hey Jay," he said, using another nickname the man probably didn't want, smiling crookedly, and extending his hand for a manshake. "Great to see you!"