Terrence wasn't entirely sure what they were going to get from Weasley; hell, he wasn't even sure what he wanted to get from him, or what he wanted to do. He doubted that Ella had more of a plan than he did, though this had been her idea, her scheme. Diffusing the bomb had been improvisation, to a certain extent, but they'd had a goal in mind - specifically to avoid dying. This part largely depended on Weasley.
Who was, if nothing else, entertaining Terrence immensely. The smart-arse remark made him laugh, and he stepped forward, hands slightly lifted, though he had no intention of setting down his weapons. If Ella had another plan, she could use his movement as a diversion, or she could follow his lead. He trusted her to figure that part out.
He hadn't planned anything to say or do after into the doorway of the shed, but even as he moved, something occurred to him. That voice - why was it so familiar? It wasn't exactly right, which wasn't surprising, considering Weasley wouldn't go much of anywhere without disguise, and he was clever enough to try disguising his voice too. But there was only so much a person could do to disguise their voice without using Polyjuice or some other form of magic, like affect an accent--
An accent. When he'd heard it, that voice had been accented - an accent he'd assumed at the time was probably fake, but hadn't cared too much about it.
"Hey Weasley," he said. He still couldn't see the other man well, with his features in shadow, though he could see the signature red hair. "You ever go by any other names?"
If he was right, and he was fairly sure that he was, Weasley was likely to recognize his voice, too. Terrence had never bothered disguising his voice, though he did speak differently as Emil - slower and slightly slurred, which might be why he hadn't been identified yet.