"Something like that." John really doesn't understand all these computer bits; and he's fairly sure that his excuse of being born too early for it is wrong at this point. Then again, it seems too late in life to be interested now, so maybe it's not wrong at all.
In any case, he avoids bumping all the counters before making a home for himself on the couch. "You really don't go out much, do you?" He says it cheekily, in any case.