Mobius preened, which looked kind of strange when one was tossing hair made out of metal. After a moment though, the metal began to recede, revealing somewhat singed skin. His coat managed to survive enough that if he buttoned it, it only looked like he'd suffered a minor chemical explosion. And hid his chest, since his shirt was all but burnt to oblivion.

"Thank you. I'm going into chemical engineering." Not that anyone cared.

James smiled faintly, rubbed at the back of his neck. "It's nice, I guess. I'm sort of afraid of heights, actually, so. I don't get all that high, and if I do, I'm not up there long." He laughed awkwardly and looked around between everyone. "Maybe we should all go clean up, we're all a little bit of a mess. Especially you, Mr. Blanchard."

"At this point, just. Call me Mobius, James."

"Yessir," James dropped his hand. "Maybe we should all get cleaned up, maybe go to dinner? We could get to know each other better."