The snatches of text she catches don't, in fact, mean anything; she's happy to ignore it, other than the faint marvel at how far technology is going to advance. It makes sense. Desktop computers turn to laptops, laptops get smaller... Eventually it fits in your pocket.

"I could eat," she says. She's pretty sure she could, at least, though she isn't particularly hungry. But that's not particularly unusual and he's right, in what he doesn't say. They've got a long day ahead, and she has to take care of herself as best she can.

"Do you think it'd be worth reaching back out to Skinner?"