[Ali gets a narrowing suspicious look for that; but Julian merely looks past her to Forge, one of his hands palm up over the table.] Yeah, ha ha. What music do you listen to, grandpa? Screeching techno shit? [Or at least that's what it sounds like from outside the lab. Julian says this without a beat and with an incredulous smile - it's a slight, yeah, but spoken in jest. No need for Forge to know that Julian's called him old time and time again in a less joking manner.]
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