Ren looked up, surprised another person had joined them, but not unpleasantly so. It also seemed that the new comer seemed to know Shae from back when he lived in New Orleans. Maman was French for mother, wasn't it? Wow, what a coincidence. Ren didn't know that this was Jack, the guy he lent the Lupin the Third movie to. He had gone by Jack's apartment when Jack hadn't been there so he had actually just slipped it under the door with a note just asking for him to return it to apartment 404 when he was through.
Ren sighed, thankful that someone else came into the apartment to hopefully distract Shae away from what Ren had said on accident. Right, it was just an accident. That was all. He took his spoon purposefully and dipped it into the gumbo and brought it to his mouth when Shae gave him the friendly, but hardly insignificant, contact with his hand against Ren's back.
He choked. His eyes widened and and he placed a hand against his chest and swallowed without being able to chew. Whatever had gone down his throat hurt as it went down and Ren started to have a coughing fit. He leaned forward putting down the bowl of gumbo and placed his hand over his mouth as his eyes started to water. He could cough. That was a good sign, right? He wasn't going to choke to death.
"H-hi, I'm Ren." He started to cough again and tried to calm himself down. He really didn't want to become the center of attention again.