Bennet only half paid attention as coffee-shop young man got up to go to presumably the bathroom. He really needed to get a shorter mental moniker for him. "I... uh... no, I don't take the subway." This would be so much easier if he could just hit her over the head, knock her out, kidnap registration boy, milk him for info, get rid of him, and then be on his way. Still, he had to maintain appearances, even though he really wanted to hurt something. Which he didn't understand, truthfully, though that was a crisis of faith to have another time, not when he was this distracted.
"Paris. More like the city, less like the Celebutante. Paris Bennet, of nothing particularly important at all." Nothing she'd know about anyway. "You can call me Bennet though." He almost offered his coffee-soaked hand, before remembering.
"Lawyer, huh... that's... nice." Damn it, what was taking Resistance Boy so long in the crapper. And why could he not recognize one simple imprint in front of him. It was almost maddening. It was electric, the agitation. Almost like... when he was around another mutant, absorbing their unused mutanagenic energies. There was another mutant around. He paused for a moment, eyes lightly flaring brighter blue as he scanned the area of any recognizable signatures. Nothing. Nobody from Xavier's that he could tell, nor from the Brotherhood. It wasn't uncommon for random mutants to be milling around, though it seemed to be becoming more and more scarce with every day of the new codes and regulations.
"Sorry, I get lost in my thoughts easily. You like being a lawyer?" He certainly had no plans on discussing Avalon with a flatscan. Not at this point, when things were so tense.