The idea made him laugh and leer. Just a little bit. "Need any help deciding where to get it?" That sort of comment might get him bitten by Lockheed, but he'd suffered worse wounds in the past. For good measure, he waggled his eyebrows at her.
Liking something you were good at helped, especially if it was something you could live with yourself for doing. He'd found something he was good at, but he hadn't liked it. And then he had gotten numb to it. Once he woke up, he'd gotten out of it. Talk of filing systems went a little over him. Even in Weapon X, Lance hadn't been a tech guy. "Is that what you're doing in here tonight? Making ours even better? Or using your knowledge to break into somebody else's system?" Again he was no help there. No one had ever given him the keys to the computer castle in Weapon X. He was brawn and never brain.