It wasn't hard for the two of them to find a wavelength again. No matter what they'd gone through in their own time, they were still the same people underneath it all, still brothers, still had things in common that just couldn't be denied. This was something they knew was going to happen even if it was going relatively unspoken. Junior let his eyes crinkle in something between amusement and unpleasantness.

"Afraid they might hear it in our voices?" he asked. Even with that mask on and the voice-changing effects, there was something undeniably similar about their tones and cadences. No doubt their luck would dictate that someone might put the two together enough for suspicions to rise. "Don't worry, I'll keep mum. Maybe pretend they got my throat in the attack."