"There's still trackers on these?" he didn't know how to feel about that. Gabe had long disabled any tracker on any tech he owned. Better to not take the risk. He guessed the risk of Miguel's secret identity getting out was null and void on this floating space station with insane constellations and weird electronics. "Hey, don't call me stupid, bit-head. You're supposed to be being nice to me, remember? I'm all vulnerable and naive right now. I blinked and my brother's a Dad. That's weird."
He thought for a moment, slowing down his pace. "She's not here, is she? Your ex?" he cleared his throat, the point still a little raw with him given what had happened. "Get me a basic model, then I can spend my insomnia time trying to figure out how to recode it. Maybe I'll make mine into Spider-Man." he smirked to himself.