It was a good thing that Marco didn't get a chance to go through with his explanation of what mind-control entailed, because Juno really didn't want to tell him point blank to cut the bullshit. This was nothing like mind-control as she understood it; mind-control meant making you do stuff you didn't want to do, not making you feel stuff you didn't want to feel. Unless it did that too. It didn't matter, because it was all fucked up and they probably would end up being victims of it if they weren't already. When Jim approached, Juno hadn't been expecting him to say it was good to see her; then again she expected that from absolutely no one.
"Hey Jim! I don't know, we're banking on mind control this time around but the night is young, they could always throw in another curve-ball." she gave him a bright smile, touching Marco's arm because of course she did once she felt his eyes on her. She looked at him and her smile faltered slightly, but kept going. "Hey this is Marco - Marco, this is Jim. We were tied together than one time, you remember? The leg brace and the beautiful painting?"