Jamie cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed by it all, though he was doing his best not to flush. "Yeah... hind sight's 20/20 and all that. Live and learn, but it really is too bad you only get one one chance for a good first impression. I spent all my spare time in the next week watching Noir movies, just so I could try and have some kind of a better idea to go off of."
His face grew more serious at her comment, nodding. "Xavier was telling me almost everyone at the Haven had dreams." Xavier had told him in the most strict of confidence that it seemed even Magneto and those in his Brotherhood had experienced dreams. The entire thing had been disturbing enough for the two men to set aside their tensions and disagreements and discuss things. "I've been letting Xavier handle all the..." Madrox paused to try and find a technical term for it, but none was coming to him, so he sighed, shrugged and waved a hand as if to brush the informality of his choice of words away. "All the mind stuff, but being a team, it's probably more than worth getting together and talking about. Thanks."
He turned to grab a notepad to mark that down, but found it not where he thought it was. He quickly sorted through a stack of folders and managed to find it, then proceeded to not find the pen tucked behind his ear for another scrambling moment. He really did need two or three of him around, just to help himself stay organized. Jamie huffed when he found the pen beside his ear, lightly tapped the heel of his palm to his forehead to acknowledge his slip up, then scribbled himself a note on an already very full page.