"I wish I could give you some, three more years and you'll be able to share a drink with me." Henry said, giving Dana a huge smile. He couldn't get drunk himself, his body filtering out any toxic substance through a super enhanced liver, or simply breaking it down on a molecular level due to his acidic blood, which while not alien blood, was still far more toxic than any normal humans and could technically be considered a biohazard if exposure was a constant. He chuckled at Dana's statement with the children. "That's not true," Henry began, crossing his arms across his chest and mock huffing. "The small ones are too bony anyway..."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to look to see who had called his attention. He looked down, and his chameleon like eyes blinked a few times, the pupils expanding and dilating a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly. "Holy shit." He said to himself, for once at a loss for words. The man before him was thin, almost sickly so, tanned, and had an unkept beard. Normally he wouldn't have recognized the person, but his right arm was gone. Like, GONE, gone. As in not there anymore. That voice... he hadnt heard it in over a decade. "Christopher Fox... Where the fuck have you been?" He said, quickly kneeling down and scooping up the man before him in a huge bear hug, before realizing what he was doing, and that he was most likely going to crush him on accident if he kept it up. He set him down and pretty much focused on the man in front of him. His friend, whom he hadn't seen in so damn long. He gave him a once over again, making sure he was okay, before turning and looking over his shoulder to look at Dana and Theresa. "Girls, you probably don't know this man, but this is Christopher Fox. An old friend of mine, who I haven't see in forever." he said, trying to alert them of how much this meant to him. "I haven't seen him in over a decade.. Chris, this is Dana and Theresa, two friends of mine they came here after you... went on leave for a while." Henry said. He didn't want to say exactly what happened to the girls. That was Chris' business on if he wanted to tell them or not.

Henry had been injured in the incident himself, his legs being badly broken by shrapnel. Unlike Chris, and most of the students, he was able to make a full recovery, and with his set of abilities, was able to do it within about two weeks. He was a bit shaky on his feet after that for a little while, sure, but he managed fine within about a day. He thanked his lucky stars for his abilities to not only exist underwater for a very long period of time, but also recover from such devastating injuries. He wished Chris could've done the same. Henry was no stranger to the islands jungles, and he had known his friend was alive. He hadn't been allowed to go looking for him, and with not only his scholarship, but also well paying job on the line, he couldn't risk breaking the rules. He would've gone out now that he could, this... this was a whole new level of a day. He had met a lot of people today. But this might've taken the cake. He knew he must've been suffering. The worry lines that were etched across his friend's face were proof of that. He made a promise to himself to get his friend back on his feet. One step at a time.

"Go get yourself some food. I'll wait right here." Henry declared. "I have some champagne for you as well, if you care to try it." Chris had most likely never tasted alcohol, so there was a first time for everything, if he was willing. Plus, champagne was a celebratory drink. So why not?