Because James was laughing, Fisher laughed too. It was clear and bright, like silver bells at Christmas, the kind of laugh nobody ever got to hear. "I'll tell 'im you said so," Fisher grinned, hands on his hips. "So... you're the in-famous James McCafferty," he mused, looking the other man up and down. "Spiffy. You look real sharp, like... uppa New York, I'd say." Fisher was familiar with New York City, and James was the kind of guy who would cross the street to avoid even looking at someone like Fisher.