Besides the fact that snow had started falling, and he'd needed to constantly maintain the solar panels to keep power running to the safehouses, he was just tired and the migraines he'd gotten back when he'd been working for Pharmacorps were coming back in painfully full force. And of course, there was absolutely zero migraine medication in existence anywhere anymore, so he had to just deal with it.
So, maybe giving some dude's computer a fake virus wasn't at the top of his priority list, but he really couldn't be blamed for that.
He was relaxing on his bedroll, eyes closed and trying to get rid of the pounding in his brain when he heard a voice coming from nearby. Ah. Her. Of course she'd choose now to call in that request. Of course.
Lifting his head, he looked at her. "Hi," he muttered. "I'm assuming you want me to futz with that thing now?" he asked, looking at the old laptop like it was a disgusting piece of technology.