He doesn't offer any comment on her revelation, given that he is somewhat responsible for their shared predicament. In focused silence, he ejects the disc from the proffered laptop. It goes in his coat pocket. He flips the computer over to remove the battery as well. This method is, again, rather heavy-handed for his liking, but for lack of more refined tools, he takes the rock and cracks the computer casing in a few strategic places so he can pull the hard drive free.

That goes in a pocket as well. Obvious subterfuge, but without the programming, the equipment is at best glorified electromagnets. He stops to wipe sweat from the back of his neck. Sighs. "I appreciate this, Aly, but I think it's best you go home. Have a cuppa." Then, "Tea." States. Right. "Romac will be here soon." One way or another. "Do you... ?" He waves his hand dismissively. "Well, if you don't, best not. Bad all 'round."