[ Sorry, 'sniffs it' earns a bit of surprise from Will. There's a gut-level response of concern mixed with disgust - spillover from Hannibal - and then the rest of his brain just wants to know why. His expression pretty clearly mirrors that thought process, eyebrows raising and then lightly pinching together.

But it's the returned question that Will ends up responding to first. ] 'Boy Scout', [ he repeats on a dry laugh, shaking his head and looking away for a moment. He draws his arms across his chest, although it's more because of the cold than to seem closed off. ] No. No, where I'm from there's no-- altering reality, or kidnapping people from different worlds to put them in an-- in an antfarm to see what they do. [ Will's speech isn't so much stilted or stammering as it is impassioned; it sounds like he's figuring out which branch of thought he'll follow right as he's saying it, nothing terrible planned.

Oh, and also, in case anyone thought he wasn't gonna ask: ] And what's with sniffing the radio? [ Is added after, comparatively flat. ]