She flinched for the tone and took a step back with her brows coming down. Honestly? She had forgotten. A lot of stuff went down between then and now and her head wasn't entirely back on track.
"All right, all right! Don't bite my head off." She frowned at him as she nervously pushed at her hair. "Stuff happened, okay? You aren't the only one dealing with personal shit." Like getting Harry bit by a vampire. Don't think about it, Molly.
"Uh, you really don't want me near your computer." Now she looked a little sheepish and she hunched her shoulders up. "I haven't been able to use anything with a microchip in eleven years."