Mason snorted. "Never figured I'd end up being dobbed in by a woman who I was trying to help," he returned with a lift of his shoulder. "Shit happens."
His eyebrow arched at the sass and his lips twitched into a smirk. "That's true, one of us could be called Crazy..." He winked and finally ate some of his food rather than just pushing it around the plate. It tasted just as he was expecting. British bacon couldn't be beaten. He finished off the rasher he'd started and wondered how long it would be until lunch was served.
He shrugged and leaned back in his seat, eyes flicking to the band around his wrist and toying with the idea of trying to fiddle with it again. He'd been warned he'd get a shock, and that they were tamper-proof, but that was just like waving a red flag in front of a bull honestly.
"Well, I was adopted," he offered. "My folks were from the US. Moved when I was a baby. So if you're definitely not using some kind of illusion power to make yourself look like me-"