"Excelsior?" he echoes, disbelief heavy in his tone. "Someone's a big Walt Whitman fan." he rolls his eyes and pushes a hand through his hair at the mention of the 'twenty-something, in the thousands', for the year.

He seems to be debating something before he huffs, an annoyed sound. "You don't know anyone that's been using the last name Hargreeves, do you?" It's a long shot. A huge one. But it's worth the attempt.