"I really wish they had a meat buffet hear." Jason's voice was rather...bored as he walked down the lane of the plane, hands resting in his pockets. The tall, leanly muscular young man wore what appeared to be a white, half unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt, with a half-unzipped gray hoodie over that, and a black leather jacket over that. Worn dark jeans and dark sneakers completed the casual, yet practical look. His skin was rather pale, and his nearly glowing blue eyes had a bit of redness around them - possibly from some sort of insomnia. His rather curly, yet tamed, dark brown hair was normal as well - overall, he appeared to be just a regular, albeit slightly intimidating young man, wearing casual street clothing. No one would suspect that he was a hero or villain.
As he got closer to the others, Jason stopped, and tilted his head, the biomass inside of his brain lending exponential strength to his ear canals. The sound of a girl murmuring to herself in the bathroom, glass shattering, and the breathing of another two teenagers sitting down nearby the bathroom. With a shrug, the bored-looking teenager continued to walk, entering the small room on the private jet. "Hey." he said simply, raising one hand before sitting down a bit aways from the others. He leaned back, and promptly took out a black phone. Within seconds, he began to type, seemingly ignoring the others for now. Inwardly, however, was a different story. Unknown to anyone, a small, flesh-like red tentacle formed from his shoulder, a small, insect-like eyeball on the tip. It observed them without blinking, even as Jason flipped the phone to some sort of game that the occasional 'flap' echoed from.