Jim nodded wordlessly, maintaining the eye contact but moving ever so slightly out of her personal bubble. She was a strong woman, and he admired that trait.
"Yes, of course. You've worked with him for...what was it, 7 years? That didn't seem to be in your file." Jim cupped his hands underneath his chin thoughtfully, fluttering his eyelashes cheekily.
He was crazy, insanely so, but sometimes he found that if he upped the dial a bit, erring on the theatrical side, it worked to his advantage. And if Suzie was going to play that way, shouldn't he?
"What year have you hopped from, exactly, my dear?" Jim cocked his head to the side, eyes wide. "Because it's 2012 baby doll, and you've been dead a second time for more than a little while."