It shouldn't have been concerning. It should have been freeing, thanks very much.
Clint, clearly, didn't seem all that worried about all the concern he was causing, only grabbed up the phone and started poking at the buttons there. "Okay, see," he said, although he didn't look up from what he was doing. "When you click on this little button it goes to the internet. There's a bar up here?" He turned slightly to show the guy -- Nyx. "And thats where you ask it questions. Like. Best local pizza?" He typed that in and hit enter.
The list that popped up came with rankings and Clint handed the phone back to Nyx, to show off the wonder and glory that was both Google and Pizza.