Eavesdropping on a conversation between the two of them would probably be a bit like the accent version of listening to dueling banjos. A little melodic, a little contrasting, a little complimentary, a lot amusing. Smooth on one side, twang on the other.

Handler isn't necessarily what he'd prefer to call it, it's just the word that comes to mind — not with the most pleasant connotation. It rings back to what he'd called his superior when he worked for LAND, though if he cared to think about it, it might occur to him that she'd grown on him over the course of a few years. Might bring a little optimism to his skepticism.

"Give or take," he agrees with a little sway. "Time flies."

Which is a much more lax take on the truth — he's got it pinned down to practically the hour. That's not the type of thing you go announcing, though.