"whoa," he chuckled, leaning back a little in surprise at her hand raise, "Fantastic," he unclasped his hands to offer one out to her, "yes. Yes, it's lovely to meet you." He nodded, "I'm Graham." Tacokicker. She was Tacokicker. A beautiful young woman. He was very British--And yes, he was older-- but not that much older! Only by ten or so years. He wouldn't have guessed that, though. She didn't look very old to him. But he was terrible at guessing ages.
"Ah," another nod as he glanced to her bag as she removed it from her shoulder, "of course," he smiled softly, watching her unclasp the bag and such. "Thank you very much. I'm afraid I don't have any of the items you desired. But I would be happy to offer you other things.. you know. Not of the fresh fruit variety," he shrugged a bit awkwardly. "I do sincerely apologize. If I had oranges, I would absolutely give them to you," he gave her an assured nod and smile.
"Uh," he reached out to take the antenna and the HDMI cable from her, "these are perfect." He took to wrapping the HDMI cable up a bit better before lifting his eyes back up to find her's. "Classified?" His smile spread into more of an amused smirk and he shook his head, "it's not really classified. Not this project, anyway. I have to keep everything functioning, here. The electric, the freenet, the computer systems." He tilted his head to the side with consideration, "and I kind of have to come up with creative ways to do it."
Hesitating a moment, he fished into his own pocket to pull the small figure from it, "it isn't of much use, but you mentioned you'd like to have Captain America. So," he shrugged again, and held out the little action figure to her.