Jason watches the way the kid moves over the top of the carton he's devouring. He's got the kind of body awareness Jason sees all the damn time - in fighters. Only, he wouldn't trust this kid against a stiff breeze. Weird. He grunts to acknowledge what Miles is saying about parallel universes then switches out his now-empty kung pao container for the second carton he'd brought over. He's not even sure what's in this one, besides noodles and some really heavily sauced vegetables.

"East Coast buddies, then." Jason says, slurping noodles. "I'm from Gotham."