"Wha-?" Madison wasn't the most articulate at times, and now was one of those times. He ad been snapped out of his pizza induced daze by his cart jostling someone else's (and he knew he was at fault, and it was probably a reflection of the fact that he had been away from home so long that his reaction to that was to say; 'Wha-" instead of "sorry".) and he stared blankly at the woman who had spoken.
New York was a big city. And it was often kind of small at the same time. The woman had that familiar look - and not "I think I know her from the office" but more of a "I think I know her from school." But was that Xavier School, SHIELD school, or from his time in the Canadian public school system? His brain refused to provide any details.
And - that was when Madison realized he had been standing there and staring.
"Oh. Wow. I mean - sorry. Small aisle -" Except the aisle was huge. So he verbally backtracked. "Sorry, I mean, hahah, I don't know how to drive these things."