Downing the rest of her drink, MJ placed the glass on a passing waiter's tray, the buzz zipping up to her brain quickly. "Doesn't mean you can't help," she said frankly, throwing him another raised eyebrow. She shrugged. "I bet there are people out there. People I know...of. Helping people." Shouldn't they be helping? Suddenly MJ felt a little guilty, but she still leaned forward to press the button to call the elevator. They could see what was going on and then maybe help from there.
"Oooh, psychologists would have a field day with you." She grinned, a warm little tug of the lips that was no malice and all play. "And this would really be one messed up nightmare." She was lucky enough to not have had an enormous age leap, but missing two years still felt weird, too.