Mostly Hartley was still stunned by Mick's question from before, his mind reeling. Made it more difficult to actually focus on eating his pizza. He tried not to look at Mick, so the television was good for that, serving as a reason for why he stared at that instead of the man next to him. What was going on?

No wonder that him actually remembering his rat's name caught him off-guard. He did turn his head at that, eyebrows arched. "I didn't think you'd commit that name to memory. She's doing great, actually. Helps me work."

If helping meant climbing on him while he was fiddling with his gloves or other projects, but he considered it quite helpful.