Jaren had to try hard not to squirm beneath her studying gaze. He felt like a frog in a science class. The whole being disected and studied type of feeling. He tries not to show how nervously shy she was making him feel. He tries to shrink into himself. Make himself turn invisible. It wasn't going to happen yet that is what he was used to doing. He felt safe here. None of these people would allow harm onto him.<br/><br/>He clearly missed the actions Logan and Electra shot each other. Than again even if he had seen them...he wouldn't have understood their meaning. He sips away at his soda. Enjoying the cold taste. He wanted to stay here forever. Life at home was crappy. His mother died of cancer two weeks before Boss Man hired him. He'd gotten hired as a ten year old with pay due to Boss Man hearing from his best friend. How he'd helped him out of bankruptsy.<br/><br/>He looks up and at her. "Really? I don't recall Logan ever mentioning anyone named Electra." he says softly. He couldn't help but squirm under her scrutiny. "Huh? Cute? Are you looking at me? Your probably drunk or tipsy..." he fades off. His cheeks a red hue straight across his face. He avoids looking at her. "They are so I can see. And as you said...I'm a bookworm. I know it and don't care about it."<br/><br/>He looks up a tiny bit. Looking at her puzzedly. "Contacts??? Why would I want or even need contacts?" he asks. The cluelessness loud and clear in his tone.