Kyle leaned in close and conspiratorial and whispered in a voice slipping across multiple British accents and tones as if somebody twisted a dial or two changing the setting of his voice. "If I'm being honest -" He cleared his throat, thumped his chest with his fist, and twisted a dial hidden in his adam's apple. "Sorry, system's got loose somehow. Should be sorted now, at least my voice is." He still has a British accent, but manages to keep it from wavering all over the place. "As I was trying to say, while you were gone these anomalies you're just now noticing started while you were away, so I've gotten a chance to get used to them, exploit them even. How do you think I got a brand new car with a plush interior on my nine-to-five salary? Eh?"