The distraction is more than welcome and although he's paying rapt attention, he needs something else to think about or he'll performance-anxiety himself an injury.
"Well... they'd have to, wouldn't they? I mean, if we assume that what the wardens are telling us is true then no one that knows us back home would be able to tell the difference between the real us and the alleged clone. They need to have our memories, our experiences, behavioral patterns, speech quirks, taste in food, music, movies... the works. They'd have to be perfect replicas and even more so they'd need to ease out of our... criminal path or someone would know that they're not us."
He pauses. This is actually something he's been thinking about lately. He hit thirty a few weeks back and that... well. Let's just say it brought up some questions.
"If I suddenly decided to quit the FBI... you wouldn't just accept that, would you? I mean, you'd wonder what happened to make me make such a sudden decision."