Domino was cheeky, MI!Dupe would grant her that. He smirked, curling his lip up at her as he slapped his hand over his heart like he'd been hit. In the heart. What? He may be all business, but he was still a red-blooded male. And he could play dumb with the best of them. His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip before he sipped from his soda again and resumed pretending to watch the crowd. Smooth. Too smooth. She was definitely up to something. At least the Domino Jamie remembered would be.
For his part, Jamie Prime was doing his best to dodge a rather persistent, and scary, admirer. The kind of admirer that made him want to take a shower and ask for a clean bill of health before even shaking her hand. She had the most disturbing lips in creation. They were like a cartoon depiction of what sexy lips were supposed to look like. Frankly, Jamie found them creepy as hell. And her breasts looked just as fake, like gravity couldn't touch them. Maybe that's her mutation, Jamie joked nervously to himself as he tried to keep his attention on his student herding skills.