Michael tugs him in a little on that handshake, but lets him go.

Ever since he got here, he's been waiting for Alex or someone else, but he's not blind and he's able to see how eager and earnest and good Caleb is. Even if he's a football player, he's not like Valenti's crew. It goes a long way.

"Perfect, my specialities," he says cheerfully, because when he's building a spaceship, he can handle high school math. There's something weird in his head, like this frisson he gets with Max and Iz, but they're not around. It's something to think about, though. "My shift here ends in thirty. We can start today, if you're really desperate."