[A new deep voice, indeed—one that offers a thoughtful hum in return as he crosses his arms.]

My name is Finch, sir, Mr. Atticus Finch—nice to meet you, in person or no.

[The corner of his mouth picks up a little.]

'Quite used to'? Has this been going on for a long time, Mr. Sprensonne?

[He really just has a mountain of questions, and he's fairly certain it's not just the lawyer in him; he can't imagine a single man alive who wouldn't be able to find him a memoir's worth of inquiries.]