Jameson Francis
Uh-oh. Things were starting to go awry, and Jameson was floundering a little. He was, unsurprisingly, underwhelmed by Ricchon's strange re-greeting, but couldn't blame the taller teen for thinking Jameson didn't know his name. For his part, he only responded with a confused and only mildly irritated "Jameson", and left it at that, despite thinking Ricchon already knew his name. He'd been wrong, probably, and he tried not to think of the fact that the tension between them seemed sort of one-sided. 'I don't blame you for something' was not an apology, or an explaining away of how he'd nearly died, so he wasn't about to relax his guard about it.
And then, as Powers kept speaking and everyone kept talking louder, Alicia started to panic over something. Jameson made a worried face, glancing between her and Ann, and the other groups of people that were forming nearby as other orphans paired up. He, personally, had no desire to be anyone's safety buddy, as he hardly knew anyone, but he didn't want Alicia being so afraid like she was.
"It's all right," he said softly to the younger girl, holding his hands out a bit, placatingly. "Top notch security, right? Mr. Ironic Name just promised that. I bet nobody's broken into
this place." Dear god, he hoped not, if only for the sake of his point. "So nobody's gonna get through mobile security either, right?"
He shifted a little closer, warily, not wanting to frighten her inside, and kneeled down next to her without much worry for the snow seeping through the knee of his pants. "I'll be your third wheel, hm?" He suggested with a careful smile. "Me, you, and Ann can be walking buddies. With top notch security and my street smarts, we'll make sure nothing bad happens either." He looked back and forth and leaned closer with a conspiratorial lowered tone. "I'll go get my walking stick, and if anybody comes too close that you don't like, we'll whack 'em with it."