Adrian didn't miss how Lydia seemed to refuse to look at him, but he couldn't blame her, not after what he did 'well not this time! I won't let you down again Lydia! It's a good thing I made some smoked salmon today, that's sure to make her happy. All I have to do get her alone during lunch and bring her to the rooftop, and then everything will be just fine. We'll be friends again, she'll be happy, and I can start to brutally murder anyone who so much as looks at her the wrong way...no, wait, that's not right; I should only kill people who physical hurt her, I can just scare anyone who's mean to her. Killing everyone who says something cruel to her would draw too much attention, and it might even upset her. Now let's see...if I remember right; she doesn't like to be grabbed suddenly. So I'll need to give her a heads up' tucking his right arm inside his coat, he turned the limb into mist. While the sunlight was weakening his powers, he had grown quite proficient at using them with such a handicap. In fact, he might have even been the better at working with this handicap then the rest of his race, mostly because they pretty much all tried to stay out of the sunlight. With his right arm now mist, he moved the gaseous limb right in front of Lydia's face. While it was too thin to be seen from a distance thanks to the sunlight, he was sure she would both notice it and recognize it. After he was sure she had ample warning, he moved his mist arm to her bare back underneath her clothes. then he made a single finger solid (something that he was only just barely able to do, thanks to the sunlight) and wrote on her back "I sorry. Fish lunch?" His message delivered, he returned his arm to normal