“I doubt anything's easy to answer here,” Atlas said. He let his thumbs drop away from his suspenders and he sighed, careful to put some actual emphasis into it. Couldn't appear happy to be here.
He nodded at the mention of the network. “I think so. You're the one with the missing boy. I've got to say it's nice to have a face to put to the problem.” He moved a little closer to the counter to give the conversation a slightly more intimate feel. Always better to look like he cared, especially when children were involved, given that he was meant to be a concerned father missing his daughter.
“I can't imagine how hard it's been. You've been here longer than I have, you must be going mad missin' your boy.” He shook his head. “I'm nearly half-crazy without my daughter here, myself.”