(so sorry - totally spaced it!)
Conall chuckled at her protestations. "Eh, well, I say talk, but it's not... entirely like that. Or maybe I'm just not creative enough," he added self-deprecatingly. He watched her bendiness with a tilted head, but he really wasn't leering. As an athlete, he appreciated a fit body like that, and not in the way that most guys appreciated gymnasts. When she held the door open for him, he quickly maneuvered the cart in and sent the elevator to the right floor without touching a button. "Hands free all the time," he pointed out with a grin.
"Uh... My computer? And, uh, Jamila's computer... and the Dome computer..." His grin widened as he spoke, and he gestured with his hand in a kind of and so on movement. "It's just easier," he explained, not wanting to seem like he completely lacked creativity.