He had his mirror and his candies and he'd made somewhat of a difference in a small child's life today. And Byrne was pissy at him but that was starting to become so normal that Badd almost ignored its contribution to the day's mood. Today had been useful. That was it.

Now he just needed to get back to the institute without anything annoying happening. He picked a seat by someone intent on a book, someone who looked appropriately nerdy and quiet. That seemed like the sort of person who wouldn't give a man like him trouble.

Except the book itself caught Badd's attention.

"What is all that?" he asked, opening his free lunch on his lap. It looked like something technological, which was of course far beyond him in even the most simple of details.