It's one of the stranger things about Erskine, in Clancy's opinion. How no matter where he goes, no matter what he's doing, despite the small adjustments one has to make to pass muster in each sector, Erskine is still undeniably himself. It'll never stop being weird. For Clancy, it's always been easier to separate those parts of himself, even if they're ultimately the same, and even if a very select few people know him in both worlds. There's Clancy, and there's the Slip Kid. It's just how he's learned to function, though he's always wondered a little about Erskine.

That thin smile doesn't particularly grow, but it doesn't go away, either. It's practically beaming, all things considered. "That's all it takes, isn't it? One good kick in the shin." It's a good philosophy. He sips his coffee before continuing. "Saw the latest op-ed. Nice touch with that last line." He has always had a certain flair for the metaphor.

"A warning?" Clancy's brows go up a fraction, considering but not necessarily surprised. He's gotten better over the years at not showing everything that passes through his mind, better at keeping his expressions to himself. He's still what most call a 'very serious young man', but that doesn't mean he telegraphs his every thought. Not like he used to, as a child following revolutionaries around. Not like when he was seven or eight, wanting to be as cool as them. "That's very generous of you. But then, you've always been a giver. Any chance you could let me know how long it's going to be?" He's got his own investments in play. As always.

Not too far ahead. Soon. Clancy does some quick mental calculations, some math, adjusts for a number of factors, all of it a flicker in his eyes and a thoughtful shifting of his jaw.

"I might know some people who could help you with scheduling," he says thoughtfully. "My boss--he's one of the most efficient people I know. Very good with timetables. If you're looking for a good, quiet window to plan your party. You know, no scheduling conflicts or anything. You know, as long as he gets an invitation." The language is a little more vague than the rest of their conversation, but then, it's always been like that, where Clancy's work is concerned.

"I knew you had better manners than that." Clancy grins back at Erskine, one of those rare looks that only happen when he's working, or when something's going particularly right. The supervisor is gone, and it's the easiest thing in the world to slip a small, square card onto the table to be picked up with Erskine's next swipe of his tag. Physical items are so much harder to trace, these days. Much better than digital.

"You know where to find me. I'll talk to my boss, see if I can get you some dates in the next few days. I know he wouldn't want to leave anything to the last minute."