Ford doesn't know if there is a god or if that god is merciful, but he is sure as hell grateful to whatever powers that summoned Susan right when he needed her most. He can't help but sigh with relief when she turns up at their table, his shoulders dropping as he slumps back in his seat and tries not to think too much on how close of a call that was.

"We are brothers, actually." Ford says with a weak smile. The woman is a little overbearing, sure, but she's a friendly sort, a good-natured person if he ever met one.

"Susan, this Stanley. Stanley, Susan."

He nods from one to the other, before reaching up to take off his glasses.

"The family resemblance is uncanny, I know." He jokes, because he feels it should be fairly obvious at this point that they're twins, and therefor pretty similar-looking by default.