Adrian's eyes widened like a deer in headlights.  "M-me?!"  He whispered to her.  It was nearly a yell, but he had enough control not to blurt it across the bar.  His cheeks burned a little as Dawn left, seemingly sick to her stomach, but Adrian knew better.  If it were anyone of the crew to be able to hold their liquor, it was Dawn.<br/><br/>The doctor stole a glance at the woman who raised an eyebrow at his gesture as the bartender set a glass down in front of her with the aforementioned alcohol inside.<br/><br/>He sighed heavily before standing to slowly walk over to where the woman sat, brushing a stray strand or two of hair from his face and straightening his coat.  When he finally made it near her seat, he gestured to the chair next to her.<br/><br/>"Mind if I sit down?"