After a heist, Doc was splitting up the money as Miles/Aka Baby passed around the coffee to the guys. Griff eyed you before speaking.

"What's their deal?"

He asked, raising an eyebrow then glanced in Baby’s direction, who was sitting on a wheelie chair at his usual desk in the room.

Doc responded:

"Full cut, same as everyone."

Griff turned to face Doc as he spoke again.

"No, Doc, I mean are they, uh, r*tarded?"

Doc answered while looking at Griff with a deadpanned expression.

"'Rtarded' means slow. Were they slow?" "..no." "Then they don't sound rtarded to me. They're a good kid and a devil behind the wheel. What the hell else more do you need to know?" "So you don't think anything's wrong with them just not sayin' anything?" "There's nothing wrong with a little quiet."

Buddy chimed in with Darling lounging on his lap.

"You know why they call him Baby, right? Still waiting on his first words."

Griff slowly spun on his stool to face Baby with an appraising squint. He stood and walked over to him while he dragged a toy car along the table with a false, almost mocking engine noise. He mimicked the sound of brakes squealing before he tossed the car in his direction which hit the ground beside his chair.

"So you're a mute, Baby? Is that what it is?"

He stood in front of Baby and resting a hand on his knee as the other took one of his earbuds out.

"Are you a mute?”