"Two seventeen? Okay, I'll remember that." He nods, adding in a thumbs up just for posterity. He'll have to go check up on Diarmuid, later, of course - but maybe only partially out of obligation. That cheerful attitude is a more than welcome change from the gloomy outlook his last months of living had cast over the world.

"And I'll tell you all about whatever I find around here, when I see you again, for sure. ...Unless I don't find anything good - then I'll just make something up."