Since that morning on the beach a few days ago, Jamie's noticed something weird about some of his fellow musicians, a sort of presence about them that he can't quite describe. It's something almost palpable, something that exudes seemingly from the core of their being, and feels almost like some sort of measurement against which he can compare himself, though what exactly is being gauged he's not sure - something like that restless energy he felt, maybe, that drive to seek out and manipulate the ambient vitality in the air around them.

Currently, he's in one of the city's many parks, after a long day of public appearances, and he can sense that feeling rolling off of someone nearby in an almost overwhelming wave. Whatever sort of ranking system is in play here, Jamie can tell he's outclassed; he should be wary, probably, but mostly he's curious, and a little excited. With barely a backward glance, he slips away from his handlers to go on the prowl.

He's so intent on finding the source that he all but collides with someone as he rounds a clump of bushes into a secluded corner of the park. "Oh, um, sorry, I should've been more...careful?"

He recognizes the hair before anything else; Mr. Universe's distinctive mane is hard to misplace. The guy looks like crap, though. His demeanor is distracting enough that Jamie almost doesn't realize he's the origin point of the feeling he's been tracking.

"Um - " he ventures again, hesitantly. "Are you - are you okay?"

It's a safer conversation starter than "I couldn't help but notice that your power level is OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAND," surely.