"Ah. Yes," he glanced back down to his work, doing his best to pry the small plastic and metal pieces apart with his fingers and the end of the screwdriver.
He nodded, listening to her go on about their awkward 'chat'. Wrinkling his nose, he gave a look back up toward her when she said that she was glad to meet him in person. Not many people said that, these days. Or before the apocalypse, really. He smirked a bit with amusement, "wished you'd swiped right, then, do you?" He was teasing, of course. "It's nice to meet people in person-- most of the time." He looked back down, "it's not too often you hear that," he assured her.
"Uhhh--" he cut his eyes back up toward her for a brief moment before shaking his head and trying to look even busier with the computer parts, "no. I don't know." Why was she asking?? He wasn't really a liar. He didn't want to lie. Her question frustrated him!
His hand slipped with the screwdriver when he tried to wedge it under the edge of one of the microchips, and he just ended up stabbing himself with the end of it, "ow! Bloody fucking hell," he growled, shaking his hand.
He would probably need to take the stupid computer back with him to work on it with better tools at his office. And when his new friend wasn't making him nervous about whether or not his talk of unicorns and Shakespeare on the roof were just his way of fooling around too.