|Arthur Sweeney (opprobrious) wrote in portentousic,|
He appreciated her readiness to do anything, but Arthur wasn't quite sure what he needed yet. He smiled faintly nonetheless, an attempt to reassure her that might have been easy to miss, considering his lips barely twisted. He was really bad at being friendly more often than not.
A brow arched at the small purple object she held, being young enough to know what it was, but being old enough to know how frustrating it was to get it to be lined up right on the first try. He had never been a techy person, always the more hands on sort. A former enforcer, he spent his time busting heads, not tapping on keys.
"I don't know if you'll need that right now." He told her, waving a hand over towards one of the empty sets of lounge chairs in the area. He plopped down in one for himself, and obviously the other was for her to take. "Really, this is just a conversation to figure out what you can do to help us keep things encrypted and to make sure our business logs aren't accessible to prying eyes." By that, he meant the government.