Forge started typing like a madman at a keyboard compiling the data Betsy asked for and by borrowing a trick from Sage's playbook he started generating holoscreens from emitters on his arm - these however were a farce as they displayed irrelevant technical jargon in a vast Matrix-like code complete with loading screen bars, moving spectrums and fake cryptographic decoders, all of it was basically a recipe for lemon meringue pie in digital etherspeak. Answering Betsy in the telepathic forum she enabled he gave his actual prognosis. From what I can tell data suggests that this was done by a deviant program. It starts out matching Sage's genome signatures but it quickly degrades and becomes something entirely different. It looks like there was a really nasty ghost in the machine. Outwardly he feigned ignorance and inadequate caffeine, of those present he wasn't looking at anyone making it seem he was very busy with cyber jiggery-pokery.
"I've never seen anything quite like this, the data is still being compiled but it'll take some time to sort through it all." On the off chance it was in their best interests to stall SHIELD for time hopefully this did the trick. If not he had lots of mind hurting technobabble to astound and confuse with while actual data was put together. Forge didn't trust new people, spooks even less so so he was perfectly fine with stonewalling the newcomer until he was deemed safe. A host of thin semi autonomous wires came from Forge's artificial hand and with a finger attached to each one they continued to type while he drank more coffee. It didn't take a genius to see the man was tired but with Sage and Hank missing he was the only one who could fix the damage before someone took advantage of the situation.
"Whether it is science or sorcery, energy is energy."