"C-coding?" Like with a computer? He appraised her again, this time with the coding thing in mind. He was immensely -- and perhaps a little stupidly -- relieved by this information.
"O-oh. S-Sorry." Again. He stepped away from the door, giving her access to as many of the Red Bulls as she could carry back with her.
"Are y-you a p-programmer?" She looked young to have made a profession of coding already -- but the shaved head thing was distracting, and it made it difficult for Gor to pinpoint her age exactly.