"Super... what even are they talking about," he says, obviously not aware the device is now on voice as he's been working to read through things. "I don't know about having no special ability unless they're talking about cards and my ability with a pistol," he says, heaving a sigh.

"Speh... speck... Everyone around here speaks so damn fancy, I swear the future is just all kinds of professors and educated folk like Goodie. Almost makes me miss the bastard." Except his tone turns sad at that, missing him more than he cares to admit, if he's honest. Which he doesn't want to be.