".....Carter. Michael Carter..." Booster trailed off, still looking at Barda. He haphazardly grabbed Scott's hand and shook it, "No. No you don't know me. I live here. Not HERE here. Obviously. Down the hall."
Well he was doing a fine job of being the welcoming committee. He should probably stop staring and act cool. As a cucumber. Or whatever they said.
"I brought drinks!" he added, really enthusiastically.