Jason hadn’t paid particular attention to someone else entering the elevator beyond a few normal calculations -- did he know them, were they a threat? No for both with this guy, though he did clock the not great mood inhabiting the elevator, but he knew that was at least partially his fault. Not much cause for one of those, especially when there wasn’t goddamn glitter from the sky forcing him into one.
But then his name was being said and he glanced over at the other guy. Because no, he didn’t know him, so being known set him on edge. Jason looked him over, reassessing if he seemed threatening, which still came up as a solid no.
The questions on the tip of his tongue were answered before he voiced them, the how of it all. This place was weird as hell, and he knew people came and went. Until now, he hadn’t known he’d been there before. Not that he talked to a ton of people that would have been able to tell him as much.
“Well, you’re not hitting me so I must not have been awful,” Jason replied, corner of his mouth twitching. “Who’re you?”