Being loud and in charge at all times was something Jameson could respect. He was more the sort to be the distraction, the one in the corner causing all the trouble while Jasper snuck around and did whatever they needed to do, but that was why he and his brother worked so well together. No one ever said you had to do things the traditional way, so long as they all got done. Several of Jameson's superiors over the years had trouble with that line of thinking... and so had the police when he was younger. Probably why he'd been arrested so much as a teenager, but he liked to think he'd turned out mostly all right.
Jameson shrugged, "Probably 'cause they don't think about it." People would send care packages overseas - also a very worthy cause and something Jameson supported, being former military himself - but they often didn't take care of those at home. He'd grown up on the streets, and he knew just how bad things could be. Just more proof that people were blind to what was going on right in front of their faces.
Normandin - the name kind of rang a bell, but only in the sense that he'd heard it before and didn't know where. He filed that information away for later, just in case in came up again. He hadn't lived here for all that long, so it wasn't something he immediately recognized. Asking if he had a twin, though, that had Jameson grinning. "Yep. Identical. He's the one you'll find in gloves and a jacket, most of the time." It was easier to tell Jameson and Jasper apart now than it had been at any other point in their lives. Not that Jameson wouldn't pretend to be Jasper and vice versa. Some things were just fun.