Miguel had gone over to lift a creamer when they were pointed out to him, listening to Sunila as he did so. He couldn't help the pause when she mentioned the man, but it only lasted a moment and then he was back and adding the creamer to his coffee.
"I can't... couldn't sense him, not like that." He reached up and tapped at his temple as he spoke, before looking over at Sunila. "Have you eaten? Do you want to eat?" He hadn't, and currently didn't want anything, but he knew he'd need something sooner rather than later - enhanced metabolisms needed regular fuel, after all. Maybe he should put sugar in his coffee. Huh. He nipped back over and grabbed some things of sugar and started to add those to his drink as well. His other self would probably be disgusted with the coffee, but he wasn't the one that was going to be drinking it, was he? No.
He picked up his coffee and took a drink. The sweetness was different, probably not going to be done again, but the creamer was nice. "I used to run meetings. Before everything... happened like it did. I ran meetings and I was efficient and good at it and the work got done. But that was before," he told her, "and... what I'm trying to say is that I should have some sort of idea of how I would like this to go, an itinerary, but I don't have a shocking clue."