James stopped his tapping and his worrying and had to resist staring at this girl. After all, it wasn't every day that some haughty girl you meet on the street announces herself as the princess of an entire nation and the daughter of one of the most feared and well-known villains in the entire world. It was somewhat known that Doom had a daughter but if he thought the one person in the entire city of New York he'd happen to stop and help would be her he might have...no, if he was being honest with himself he'd probably have wound up helping her anyways even if common sense told him to run far, far away. 

"Still a heck of a coincidence that I spend a whole year trying to get away from being a cape or whatever and the very first thing I do afterwards is sit down to lunch with [i]Doctor Doom's daughter[/i], What next, Rogers, take Darkseid to an all-you-can-eat pancake house?" talking to himself was a habit he'd never been able to break, though he'd often tried.

He turned back to Valeria again after his minor freakout. "Anyways um, I kinda know what you mean. My parents are always trying to force their expectations and plans on me too without even considering what I want and my father's...kind of a tough person to live up to, too."

That felt like kind of an understatement for James, although at least he knew well enough to take a bare minimum of effort not to mention his identity casually. Though come to think of it he wasn't sure if it mattered if people knew who Valeria was, since very few people would be willing to take advantage of the knowledge if it meant hurting the daughter of Doom.