He sighs as she rants.

"I think you're a lot like my associate," he mutters. Whether this is a good or a bad thing is still undecided.

"Now, take the drama down a notch and tell me what's this about you being not real?" Because that part still doesn't make any goddamned sense and he's going to fucking stand here and talk to her and get information until it does. Or until he wakes up at home in Manhattan in his own goddamned bed.