So far it had been a shit day. The row with Annie was bouncing around his head, constantly reminding him of its occurance. His freshly regained memories did everything but lighten his mood and his day was close to reaching high levels of perfection when Nick Cutler decided to make it even better with his appearance. Thankfully the other man did not seem to notice him as he passed the table Mitchell was sitting at. Mitchell glared at his back and pondered whether he should flee the scene or not. He decided to finish the last bit of his own sandwich and then leave quietly.
While Mitchell chewed on the ham and cheese sandwich, he watched the other vampire carefully. Jesus, his staring was far too obvious. It was a wonder that the others did not notice. How blind humans sometimes were, especially the ones on the train. Mitchell sighed, when he had finished the sandwich, got up and wanted to leave. But an uneasy feeling left his guts in knots, he looked back at Cutler once more and narrowed his eyes as the attorney's eyes wandered over his figure without a flicker of contempt or even recognition visible in them. It couldn't be... oh god, Cutler as well? He couldn't leave him alone, not if he had really lost his memories. So Mitchell changed his direction and walked over to the man he thought a danger.
"You shouldn't stare at the others like that," he said, his plate in his hand. He stood right in front of Cutler's table.