Clark looked up from the drawer and turned to look at the speaker, who turned out to be Andrew. They didn't know each other too well or anything - well, Clark didn't know Andrew too well outside of his position within the apartment building - but he wasn't about to deny sound advice when it was given. In fact, Clark probably would have brought a palm to his face if it weren't for the fact that he was focused on keeping the sparking computer from getting more crazy than it actually was. The apartment building really didn't need to deal with a fire and, even though Clark had the ability to bring one down if need be, he'd prefer to avoid the damages and panic that he'd find if something like that were to ever happen. Plus, most importantly, someone could get hurt. And that was the last thing that Clark ever wanted. So, with a nod, he moved over to the laptop and turned it over. Even though the sparks were jumping out and dancing across his skin, he pulled the battery out of the laptop easily and watched with relief as the sparks began to die away.
"Good advice," he said, shoving the laptop aside with a hand, "thanks." The ruined laptop sat propped up against the wall, which left Clark feeling a lot less panicked about it possibly exploding or who even knew what else. He really shouldn't have reacted so...badly. For the most part, Clark knew how to keep his temper in check. But right now? He felt like that little kid who used to pitch a fit and punch holes in the walls back at the Kent home. And that typically made Clark feel incredibly foolish.
"I was..." He looked back to Andrew, trying not too come off as guilty as he was feeling. The poor laptop had been massacred. It had no idea what was coming. "It was an accident." Sort of.