Oh. [ His eyebrows lifted, his mouth parting into an expression that for the briefest of moments, was very Mitchell Hundred. Wide eyes and curious, before he toned it down, as if he were thinking about it. ]

I think, if I remember right, I heard something about them, yes. I'm afraid I don't do a lot of reading for pleasure these days. I'm often a bit slammed, but I remember them hitting big a while ago. What was it, seven or eight years ago?

[ He didn't do much of anything for pleasure, but he'd at least sell it that it was business, instead of Mitchell just being his usual, boring self. Everything had to have a purpose, after all. Entirely efficient, like a well-oiled machine. ]