It took Adrian several seconds to kick his brain into gear at the sight of Cassie, from her hair to the way she dressed, she looked entirely different to what he remembered. 'Six months can change a person.' A very different voice to his own piped up in the background. It was in fact this strange sensation that helped Adrian say something instead of just stare blankly.

"I'm also not spitting gold light or having disjointed flashbacks every ten minutes, it's actually quite a relief." Adrian grinned at Cassie and his eyes flicked over her, she looked healthy - happy even. Certainly a far cry from the overworked barmaid she had been months before. "You look amazing." He added with a laugh, she really did look completely different, she barely reminded him to the scared woman he had seen before the TARDIS had near enough kidnapped him.
"So!" Adrian began clapping his hands together in a slightly nervous manner, as if he was struggling to find something to say. "Here's an update on what I've found out, apparently I have a ship that travels through space and time." He motioned over his shoulder with his thumb in the general direction of the TARDIS.

Adrian then took hold of the door frame above where Cassie was leaning (a feat that was not difficult considering her height and his new reach) if nothing else it was an attempt to look relaxed. He was sure at one point or another in his past he might have been able to pull off 'suave'. Adrian however was currently too jittery naturally (or at least naturally for his current body) to relax enough and order his thoughts to try a 'James Bond' style invitation. There was also the fact that his brain had chosen that moment to remember the fact that Cassie's door was supposed to be damaged. After all, doors didn't just 'heal' from being kicked in by big booted soldiers...did they? Somewhere they must have...because the thought was awfully familiar.

Adrian looked at the doorframe and the door then stepped back with a blink and a surprised look as he took in the rest of the house. A grin lit up his new face as he took in the sight of her house. The voice in the back of his mind didn't need to 'helpfully' state that 'houses on Earth do not heal' he could work out what had actually happened. "You got them to fix everything!" He correctly guessed since the damages couldn't have come from her own pocket...unless she had won the lottery. 'My search comes up with that being a negative, there is no Lottery winner called Cassie Marie Baker in Earth's history.' Adrian scratched the back of his neck to hide his slight flinch at hearing the other voice, it sounded an awful lot like the hologram. 'That would be because that is who I am, I have a link with your brain, I can talk to you over distances, it also means that Cassie cannot hear or see me.' Adrian didn't like the thought that he had in fact been talking to a programmed hallucination - rather than a hologram.

"Now." Adrian started again with his attempt at being 'suave'. "I know I look creepy doing this, but I really am just- never mind..." He stopped himself making even more of a fool of himself with a laugh. "Okay, I have a time machine and I would really like to see where it goes, but I would much rather do it with the woman who saved my life, sanity and all of those important things. So, waddaya say?" He looked at her with a smile that made it clear he was barely containing another fit of laughter. "That's my James Bond impression, I don't even remember who that is but I'm sure I've met the man." Adrian couldn't help but add that in explanation, but it wasn't helping his self control contain his barely controlled laughter at his own act as the fool.