"Well, you know what they say; the worse the last name, the hotter the guy. I mean, come on, Brad Pitt?" The well-worn joke practically slips out on automatic, spoken with a tone that suggested 'yeah, we both know I'm no Brad Pitt, but I sure am cute, aren't I?', and no offense taken. It's a funny last name, he knows it, go ahead and get your giggles out.

When she pulls out the glitching book and it's black and white counter part though, his cheeky smile falls away and his eyes widen. That's not something you see everyday.

"Woah..." He almost steps closer but remembers the knife and decidedly stays where he is, instead settling for pointing back and forth between the colorful book and the direction of the microfiche. “That’s a pattern. I wonder what's causing that. If a certain object’s significance makes it harder to change, or if something or someone is making that happen on purpose. If on purpose, to guide us or misdirect us?"