Easy context clues, because they're from the same context so many of them come out of, and North has to put effort into keeping his thoughts off of his face. This is Taylor before Freelancer, settled into service enough to have the boys and leave and those blank mental-reset spaces that came with long enough in the pressure cooker of combat.

"Ah, I bet it was my fault." He lets York (Taylor, probably, he's going to have to keep that straight until he figures out how he wants to break it to him) take some space, slouching closer to his line of sight with an apologetic smile. "I started talking shop about being my squad's marksman. Probably bored you to sleep for a second there."