Jean-Paul's expression broke at Warren's words, turning into something of a humorous grin. Imagining that scenario literally, he could picture himself using the same look, and that was just funny to him. But looking at it differently meant something else entirely. "You're just my brand of chips," he joked with that natural air of confidence he always wore. The only time that broke was around disagreeable people, which was actually quite a lot.
He followed the conversation, glancing at Tabitha and then Dante as he explained his powers. Just call us fly boys, he thought since they he and Warren could also fly, though Warren's ability was more obvious than his own. However, hearing that invulnerability would be perfect for a test made that test sound rather dangerous and Jean-Paul perked an eyebrow. Ah well, they didn't need him for it.
At least the security system seemed better, too. Jean-Paul wasn't made for all of that, but he still watched with a mild curiosity as Anson tried shutting it down. It seemed like Warren had done a good job so far and Jean-Paul gave him a pleased look as a silent congratulations of sorts. He followed the rest outside and, per the instructions, he walked outside of the gate and waited with his arms crossed to see just what would happen once Dante tried getting in.