Ford finally grasped his glasses around the same time the shrill voice spoke over him- and then kicked him in his ribs. His wings twitched and snapped out as he scrambled to the side off the tail he'd plopped onto and out of further foot-range. His wings sort of.. flared up like an owl's threat display as he pushed himself up onto his knees. With his head up and angled more to Bill, the slowly turning halo behind his head was more visible. One of a yellowed triangle, with a blueish tint to a second circular one inside it. Resembling the portal, but also the one it was fashioned after to begin with.

Ford huffed as he set his glasses back on his face and opened his mouth to argue back about how he didn't WANT to get a mouthfull of dirt and an aching head but..

Sixer?

His face knit into confusion and suspicion not soon after, staring up at the slight man in the.. what he had to assume was some kind of prison jumpsuit by the looks of it- the gears in his head were turning and nothing was really clicking with why the hell this person would be calling him that of all things.. his hands weren't exactly hard to miss but it was said with such familiarity that it made it all too baffling.

"Do I... know you?" He finally asked, his wings slowly settling down more as he made no move to stand yet, too stunned to really do much more than try to crunch numbers on if this was someone he'd met before but frankly that was something of an embarrassingly small pool of suspects.