My...? Uhh.

[At the mention of his hard drive, he can't help but glance around the room again. To no avail - whatever she was doing with his personal computer, it doesn't seem to be on display in this weird room.]

Well. I have filled out some forms, that way... But, hey, hold on.

[Sure, he could get into how it's not really his name, more a self-selected epithet for personal growth, or how last names are complicated - which is to say, fortunately optional in the underground. Instead he sighs, and grimaces, and holds his hands up to stop her from interrupting.]

I don't want to be stern with you. Especially when you've been looking forward to meeting...? But rooting around in my hard drive... That's a little intrusive. As is, um. The... kidnapping.

[His eyes drift away from watching her expressions to the backs of his hands, which he blinks at. His... hands? Which seem to be in the strangest gloves he's ever seen, bizarrely resembling human skin. Almost like they're human hands, on human arms, instead of his own bones.]