She's not often shocked, but Root's eyebrows shoot up in tandem with the corners of her mouth. This is just too good to be true. He's got to be playing the system because nobody actually talks like that.

"Right. Of course." Her lips purse as she follow his somber tone with just a sliver of mocking on the side. Since she cannot fathom this conversation as real, Root figures she'll push a little further. "I guess we're the lucky ones to have someone like you. Someone who'll stand up in a crowd and take a spitball or two for the team."