[The shrugs were odder. Mismatched. He had expected less neutrality. More energy. He rolled a shoulder. An echo.] I would not mind doing as much. [And he could almost feel the next pause. Almost feel the quiet that settled over him as he stepped in. Picked his way over to one of the boxes. At most, her voice provided what familiarity the situation lacked. At least, he supposed, that was enough.]

That is good to hear, then. [A beat.] You happen to be quite a bit more fortunate than I am. The most I might expect at the current is a phone call. [He glanced at her, for a moment. Glanced back to the box he had halted before. Withdrew his hands from his pockets, before crouching down. Before drumming his fingers thoughtfully on the top of it.] Or two, should both employers have liked me.