Adam shrugged. "Sure, I think that counts as much as anything." He thought a moment, sipping lightly at his espresso. He appreciated the sharp bitterness of it, at least, and the scalding warmth of it, even if the caffeine did nothing for him; an odd choice of beverage for a man with such quirks as his, but one he liked all the same. Black nails clicked at the little saucer beneath his cup, tapping out a meaningless rhythm. "Blah blah economy blah blah," he added, giving a derisive chuckle. "I guess college didn't appeal to some of us, and now if you have a skill of any kind, or you get your foot in the door like you did, you're almost better off." He raised his glass in a sort of toast, quirking an off-kilter smile. "Well done, you."