Jaune doesn't notice any awkwardness in Cam, being too preoccupied with monitoring himself for the same thing. There's an aura of cool around Cam that she doesn't seem to be trying to project, which only makes it more impressive, and he's trying not to embarrass himself in front of two competent women in one day.

"Jaune Arc," he says, clasping her hand for a firm, friendly shake, "And I don't know what all of the effects are, but for example - I had one that made me honest. Too honest. Not that I lie a lot, or anything, but sometimes, well, people don't need to hear everything you think right when you think it."

It had turned out that an unfiltered honest Jaune was a touch more direct than Jaune usually likes to be. Remembering some of the things he said to Aizawa still makes his cheeks pink if he lingers on them. But he is, fortunately, not lingering on them now. Instead, his brain is catching up to Cam's name, and as soon as a certain thought occurs to him it's already tumbling out of his mouth.

"This might sound a little weird," he says, having the remaining good sense to let go of her hand before he keeps talking, "But do you know someone named - well, you might not know his name, but he's tall, glasses, dark hair," scrawny, "slim build, monochrome wardrobe, grey eyes - and I mean, really grey eyes? Palamedes Sextus?"