It's a little tempting to try and play off of Adam's confidence to really mess up the other players' perception of them, but there are a lot of ways for that to go wrong, considering their mutual unfamiliarity, and as much as he's not concerned about having to leave via a window, it's not his preference. Tonight, anyway. Besides, they just established they have some kind of weird recognition, though god knows what the others truly think. Jason folds without ceremony, taking the opportunity to observe the others as he drinks.

"But I thought you did know what was under the kilt?"

"Stop it. Mullets? What, were you in the band when you were twelve?" The xenian with frilled fronds sprouting from behind his ears looks otherwise human, if somehow not quite 'correct', facial proportions off somehow. His objection is caustic but humorous.