it's ok!
Jamila glared at Conall, squinted her eyes and pursed her lips to a frown but all for effect, sort of like a way to berate him for his lack of creativity and joke around. She stepped back to be aligned with Conall while she watched the numbers rise in the screen. "That's still boring," she said, insisted.
The electronic bell chimed and the doors parted. Jamila stuck her foot into the elevator while Conall wheeled their stuff out before she joined him in walking. "I mean technokinesis or whatever it is, techno-talking, imaginary friendhoodology, it's a really cool thing! Like, I imagine you in a room full of computers being all," she cleared her throat and forced her voice deeper...for a comical effect. She was trying to be a man as she said, "Jamie's computer, stop that. Conall's computer stop...picking on Brian's computer. Tessa's computer, go to sleep!"