"Yancy Becket." Yancy greeted automatically, shaking Mike's hand. He took another sip of the coffee and grimaced. It didn't get any better the second try, that's for sure.

Turning back to Mike, Yancy decided to make conversation in between attempting to tar his insides this morning (afternoon?) "What's your department?"

No need to offer his. Unless the guy didn't have access to a tv and never walked past a magazine rack, he probably knew. Especially working for the PPDC.