"Well, I appreciate it," Adam said, slouching down in the chair and catching the frog, unwrapping it carefully. Its first and last desperate bid for freedom was thwarted by Adam pulling its leg off and sticking it in his mouth. Bad luck for the frog. "Even though you kind of look like you're about twelve. How old do you reckon' you are right now? Physically, I mean."
"Damn. I knew Bryar dragging me - err. Levitating me here wouldn't do any good. Also, as you can see I'm totally not hysterical, either," Adam explained. Upset, annoyed, and over-hormonal, yes, but Hayley was easier to deal with than Bryar, who had that whole macho dickbag thing working against Adam's dealings with him. "Also, I probably wouldn't get my memory back when Schechter fixes this, like everyone else probably will."