With her slight relaxation, Spy cocked his head to the side to answer her. "Have you ever been to the land of the Wellies themselves?" He meant, specifically New South Wales, the birthplace of bot himself and that of his cover personality. One of his hands raised to wave off the idea that accents that heavy only existed in cinema, "Because, if you had, you'd see that some of us barely speak English that even other Aussies can understand."
Still, he did tone down the accent a tad in amusement, if only to humor her slightly. "Don't we all?" speaking about trying to impress, it was part of the human condition. To impress others, impress potential mates, potential competitors, yourself. It was part of humanity.
As for her comments about gym bags and sneakers, Spy half thought that he was back in cryptography class. "I don't keep a gym bag here," he finally hedged, still trying to muddle through the statement. Yes, he could figure out that she meant to leave gym things outside until they had been cleaned, but he was not sure whether she was referring to him or to Sean for the last half of that labyrinth of words.
The joke, he decided, was best left aside for the moment. The one of his cover's name. "Seth," he nodded once, keeping his distance because she looked liable to run and hide. And given that he had attempted to reach out to her uncle, albeit getting sidetracked by interagency rivalry, it was best to not have Agent Flynn trying to track him down for scaring her. "My shift does begin at eight," he acknowledged, without confirming or denying any knowledge of her habits in the gym.