The grin that cracked along Max's expression was a true one - he didn't catch the idea that the man only made the reference to the Caped Crusader because of his age. No, Max felt that people didn't necessarily pander, but instead showed true interest, especially if they shared similar likes. Tucking his hands back into the pockets of his coat, he fell into a more comfortable stance, for the moment glad he had come to the party rather than sit at home with his video games. For a long time he'd been content to just sit in his room, staring at that flickering screen, but along with the appearance of his super powers came along the enjoyment of being around other people.
"Games of my boat is bigger than yours turning into all out pissing matches doesn't sound like a good reason to be at a party, no, hah." His eyes narrowed for a moment, trying to decide if and where he'd met this man before. The niggling sensation refused to abate, but Max was able to shove it to the back of his mind for the time being.
"I'm Max. Sixth floor," came the introduction, and Max held out a hand politely, acting much older than his age and clothes would imply. "How, uh, do you like the building?" Which, of course, was as subtle as Max could get when fishing for strange events that might be happening to the others in the building. All of the strange things - including the most recent, Fee's sister's death - had to have affected more people. Max made a mental note to check in on Fiona, since he hadn't seen nor heard from the girl in awhile (she hadn't been on any networks, but he could see how playing video games would probably be the least of her worries for the moment). But his attentions remained focused on the man in front of him.