I am...almost always there. Usually I am. Very punctual but. It doesn't really matter what time in this case. I doubt there will be a neurological emergency that will require my attention tomorrow. Or if there is...I'm certain Dr. Brink could handle it.

So tomorrow afternoon? That's a good...compromise.

[And so is she. She's all blushy and nervous (just like every other time she's talked to Marty, jeeze) Mostly because he just said date so now her brain is going into overdrive trying to figure out what kind of date this is now. Dealing with brains is easy. The people they belong to are so much harder.]