[Quentin can't help his vague scoff at the mention of 'Jonah Jameson' even as he shakes the other man's hand. This guy is clearly not him, and while Quentin didn't subscribe to his conspiracy theory bullshit, he at least knew what Jameson looked like. Kept vague tabs on him as a potential viable source to 'leak' things to in the event of- things. Certain things he really doesn't want to think about right now, as he takes a sip of his beer to buy himself some time. Figure out how to not completely implode this conversation by accident.

The disbelief in his tone is practically palpable when he does finally speak.]

Jameson, right. I have doubts about that, considering- well.

[He sets his beer aside, crossing his arms and leaning them on the edge of the table. Acting casual even now as he lowers his voice to stay between them. Despite the hubbub of the bar, he doesn't trust that they won't be overheard.]

Between you and me, I don't think he'd end up mean and green. You know who I am though, who I was. So be honest with me, really. Who are you? What stake do you have in this whole thing with Parker? Or do you just want some scoop on Mysterio to win a Pulitzer or something when you get back home?

[Quentin doesn't really register the fact that Norman could be someone from another world, because why the hell would Jameson be in two different ones? Jameson's played by the same guy, even! At best, he thinks this is some news story guy in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Someone who wasn't fully suckered in by the footage he'd left for William to edit together. Ugh. Now he has to get his hands metaphorically dirty and try to convince the guy one on one how wrong Peter is about things.]