[Snart glances over at the random stranger who has just addressed him, looking him up and down casually. It's not too often that people strike up a conversation in the halls (maybe it's the leave me the hell alone vibe he tends to project), but okay. He'll talk.]
Sure, Jim. [He draws the name out a bit slowly, as much as one syllable can be.] What'dya want to talk about?
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Sure, Jim. [He draws the name out a bit slowly, as much as one syllable can be.] What'dya want to talk about?