"DAMNIT!" John grunted his defeat. He'd looked away long enough to spy 'Jamie' and while Sway spoke, he took for granted that she had stopped moving her hands. Instead, she had busied herself with shooting the winning shot. "If you're anything like your look-alike, you got this in the bag," he said, without any hint of feeling toward the dark-haired man with them. Hell, it was trippy what happened, but they knew Jamie could duplicate himself. With all the freaky crap John had seen, this was bottom of the totem pole. "Don't let her distract you." John smirked then, a friendly sign, and he moved towards where Jamie was perched, meaning to trade places.