"Yeah. He was pretty sharp, and his tongue just as much. Been an institute there forever."

She shrugs, a deceptively casual gesture. "Alfred didn't like me being there. Thought I shouldn't be involved. 'Time for you to run along home, young lady.'" Definitely an older man with a British accent she's imitating there.

"Didn't know him long, but he was nice. Keen hand with the stitches, too. Figure it's not much of a story though. Boss wanted to cut the ties to being a civilian, and needed some people to think he was dead." This is normal! A normal way!