"Yeah, all that sci-fi crap." He snorted softly. He didn't even really like computers and stuff like that. He liked using his hands, actually working. Being stuck here, knowing that Hardison was right, made him irritable at times.
He pushed open the door to the gym and moved inside, leaning against a large contraption that looked like it could either be a torture instrument or a workout-machine. In his hands, it could probably be either.