"Can't do research if they're not 'round, hmm?" Sawyer mutters, mostly assuming as he raises his own glass with a quirk of his brow. This kid's like some cross between Daniel Faraday and Arzt, but fortunately less annoying than either. Probably gets laid more than either of them; it'd explain the relative lack of tension and the ability to get on by without being too hung up on a person.

Either that, or maybe science was really genuinely pleasurable to the guy.

"You got a name?" he asks, raising his gaze before kicking back the rest of his glass, whatever it was. Maybe he's had a bit too much, but the night's still relatively young and he'll probably have sobered up by the time he gets kicked out.