She she'd been just before his time, but not by much. "Well, at least I know I'm not the only one in here with a spotty past." He was ashamed of the things he'd done, to a degree. Most of it had been necessary to survive. It was only toward the end that he'd started grandstanding. "Magneto has a different take on everything. When I was there, a lot of people were just following him out of fear. Well, except for his lap dog, Pyro, and a handful of others. From what I hear, most of them didn't even make it off Alcatraz."
The blowfish kid, the chick with the purple hair, the one with the ball bearing under her lip, and the one he often questioned the gender of. He'd heard Pyro made it out, but how was anyone's guess.
Tabitha was certainly encouraging, and Jamie smiled in return. He knew he'd been lucky to meet her before seeing Hank or any of the others. Things could have gone down very different otherwise. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't think somebody here could help me." he raised an eyebrow, his smile taking on a bit of curiosity. "You still haven't told me what it is you can do."