[ That's exactly how it's supposed to work. It's called consent, and Jay doesn't like being yanked into things blind or half-informed. As for telling the truth, well, Quentin's only got his word to back that up, and Jay doesn't know enough about it or him to take that leap of faith.

What he does know is that Quentin Quire led a pro-mutant, if not anti-human, riot, and Jay himself has memories of a human girlfriend and thinking that... maybe the depowered mutants on M-Day were the lucky ones. Getting swayed into allowing William Stryker to amputate his wings. Things he doesn't want Quire to see if they're stuck here together. ]

I don't know you and nothing's burning to the ground around us. We don't have to trust each other yet, but that's not a permanent decision.

[ He stuffs his hands in his pockets and purses his lips together, in a sort of I dont know how to put this in words expression, as he starts walking backwards towards the entrance line. ]

Even if you don't want to snoop and it's an accident, I want people to know me on my terms. If shit goes down, I'll holler - mentally and physically, and you won't be able to miss that last one. If shit goes down with you, you've got my permission to do that thing Ms. Frost does where she's shouting in everybody's head in the building.

Oh yeah, and we're both promising to not do anything stupid.