[He opens his mouth to speak, pauses, and shuts it again.

He doesn't hide the grimace very well.]

I wouldn't call it "hanging out". It's more that we share a... "regrettable acquaintance". One can't choose their workmates.

[He takes a moment to ponder things over. One can't be too forthcoming with strangers, after all. Who knows what secrets they hide?]

...Let's just say they are the sworn enemies of peace, quiet, and anyone who has the audacity to be over thirty years of age.