Jamie set his bowl, now mostly empty, in a bin that looked like it was the collecting area for dirty dishes. His mouth was more than a little on fire, but it was a good burning. He hadn't had gumbo like that in longer than he cared to remember. Figuring it was his cue to exit, Jamie turned to leave. Two different things caught his attention and kept him from doing so.
The green-haired girl was playing with the metal spoon in her hand in a way that was a little too familiar. Instantly he thought of Magneto, how the man had certain vices that kept his nerves calm during a particularly tense moment or if he was thinking really hard about something. Jamie watched the spoon, not bothering to hide his fascination, until a question was asked of him.
"Huh?" He looked around again at the man at the stove. "Oh, right. James Madrox." As an afterthought he added, "Jamie." His attention went back to the spoon. "Oh, uh, I'm here for the same reason I've heard a lot of people are here. Shot wearing off and all. Pain in the ass with my mutation, but, you know. What can ya do, right?"