She'd struck him with the blunt end of that truth and he couldn't help but crack a toothy grin. Jane? He remembered Jane. Fondly, even. Jane was fun. Quiet, a little mysterious, but very fun. He could see how they knew one another or at least were acquainted, this Vaughn was a bit reserved herself, yet a bit more detached... a bit more bristling.
"You know Jane? That's good. Jane's very nice." Of course, since she'd actually reacted to a thing he'd said, he decided there left no need to be defensive. If he had to pay her out, well, who cares? He could force her to be a juggler in the routine. "So Jane was mentioning me? Was in it in regards to how I carved the Grand Canyon with a single fingernail over the course of a few million years, and all the water on Earth is a remnant from the only time I ever cried?"