No shit, Wrench retorts just as quickly. Except, it doesn't seem annoyed. In fact, in the whole of their admittedly short conversation, this is the most comfortable the man has looked. It's as if sniping at him were the key to unlocking a sense of ease and enjoyment. And it's true, for a moment he really does look like he's enjoying the conversation. His green eyes sparkle with a bit of light and he quirks one corner of his pursed lips into something that isn't quite a smile.

Deaf, yes. You're so smart! Wrench pantomimes clapping, but when his hands drop he gives the sarcasm a rest. Instead, he turns his gaze back to the house that stands behind them.

You cold? Maybe we shouldn't talk outside. The neighbors are nosy.