He doesn't miss a beat. "Of course he was a great inventor," he boasts, talking like he's talking of his father and not his name sake. "He made me, after all." And with that comment comes a smirk that's all different kinds of haughty and humble at once. He hoped these quips were going to be more common than the bitter jabs of before but knew it was a minor delusion to think the cheer would last, if it could be called cheer at all. If it had to come down to it, the only wounds he'd inflict would be the emotional kind- and he knew he'd feel rotten all the same.

Whatever Rebecca says is of some importance to him and so he makes sure to remember parts. And the smirk is wiped off and see what he meant about the short-lived cheer? She was being awfully vague about her work, not that he had gone into grand detail about himself. "Some important world-wide organization." He repeats, not as impressed as he maybe should have been. "I'll tell you now, the CIA's not as big on the 'Intelligence' part of their shtick as they think they are, Holly." Because 'Holly' was more common than 'Hols', at any rate, and he didn't think hard of giving anybody a name. And right, right, she had said 'world-wide' and not 'American', but how patriotic would he be if he didn't think America was the entirety of the whole damn world?

She had mentioned a little sister, so the bite is kept out of his words.