It's one crack after another with this guy, which one part of Phil wants to roll his eyes at, and the rest of him sympathizes terribly with. He still remembers spending the first night of his arrival taking out his frustrations on the bar. He spent the second day nursing the hangover.

"More like it turns out they were making an anthology and you're just discovering they made more than just one. And you're forgiven. You, I'd be worried about if you were all that ready to be dumped into a bad sci-fi fantasy book."

Dog tags. Uniform. Korea. Yeah, he's made his guesses. There's always a chance for surprise magic or robot shit in there, but judging by the way Hawkeye is reacting to everything, he'd be surprised if there were.

"Miss Friday does a lot of things for us, but you're on your own there. I'm not picking your jaw off of the floor either."