"Chris and, uh, Emily I believe." So he's looked up a few things on the network. Brushed up on his reading. What else is he gonna do in his spare time? Not like he's liable to be able to drink any coffee they can brew up anyway, unless they got some neat magic-dispensing abilities they've been heretofore real quiet about havin'. Which he doubts. But it's good to know what you can about the people you live with, so it's all to the good.

And then they swing right on around back to the subject he's been tryin' not to draw too much attention to. Great. Good goin' there. But at least he knows to do what he does best, and that's deflect. Obfuscate, dance. He's good at that sorta thing.

"What kinda stuff should we all be lookin' for?" he drawls easily, with the arch of a supraorbital ridge.