Bennet offered a sidelong glance at 'Kate', that mindset he channeled as Exodus returning to the back of his mind. She knows you, the real you, who you are.
with a breath, he compartmentalized all the conflicting thoughts in his mind, detaching and growing cold. Lips tightened, gaze hardened, and posture stiffened, an invisible barrier of protective force curling and flaring about him, compressing his clothing ever slightly, unnoticed to all but the most trained eye.
"I do believe," he began, voice very cold, "you are mistaken, for I don't know who you are, and believe me... I would know."
Who was she though, Brotherhood, X-Man, Friend of Humanity, leftover merc from the Children of Issac, one of Sinister's cronies? And when did he have to list this many possible enemies? No time for that. So he prepared for a fight. If someone had found him here, it could simply be happenstance, or it could be something greater.
The people around him were absorbed in their own agendas. A sufficient distraction could be all he needed to make an escape unnoticed, should it be needed.