"…Sure," Handy lied. In truth, he had felt foggy and his auspex had been giving him weird information. Sure, there could have been two suspiciously grey and dull blink-and-you'll-miss-it ponies in there, or it might have been sacks of flour. His fever had let up enough that he was functional but the trade-off left him still in something of a mess. "Okay hang on, does that mean that… this entire time, you've both technically been ahead of me?"