James was actually a little surprised. What did Bob need to drink for? If he'd said he wanted a drink, the mimic wouldn't have wondered so much. But wanting to drink... Seemed more like there was a reason. However, his wondering was cut off when glasses started flying around. There may have been a slight smirk - he wanted the day when this was normal. Not just in the bar at Willowbrook. But in every bar everywhere. Using one's abilities should be fun, and normal.
"Cheers," James returned, raising his own glass.
There was a pause after Bob's question and James pensively took a long sip from his glass. "You saw the news? I don't like it," he said. He'd never admit he was uneasy. Things didn't get under his skin.