Ford ran a hand over the peach fuzz lining the top of his head, he needed to shave it down again, but that seemed like so much effort for some reason. He studied her a moment longer before he finished his champaign and set the glass aside. He'd have to go in search of something stronger here shortly.
"I don't," he offered casually with a shrug. "Got asked to put in an appearance for a... friend." There was a clear hesitation before he use of that word, one might note. "Anyone in particular I should watch out for?" He asked, only half conversationally. One never knew the abilities or temperaments that would come out of the woodwork if they allowed mutants like him to show up. Another pause and he frowned the smallest bit. "I apologize if I seem forward but... you seem familiar somehow."