Tate looked up at the sound of a voice - a girl's voice. He guessed the girl speaking was the owner of the laptop. She had strange hair and looked a little to skinny to be Tate's brand of attractive. She didn't seem to be scared by his presence, though, and that endeared her to Tate.
"I'm Tate," he replied, giving the girl a small, lopsided smile before looking back down at the laptop and continuing to tap away at the keys. He definitely couldn't find anything about him and that made him feel a little better, despite the mindfuck of the situation he'd found himself in.
"I just came in," he explained simply, shrugging his shoulders as he pushed the laptop away a little, letting his hands fall to rest on his crossed knees. "I needed a laptop."