"I don't think I would," Americus admitted to the both of them of the garage. He'd heard tell that it was pretty excellent. He was still smirking a bit about Conlan's mention of his dorm room. So his hobby was a little obvious. Big deal. "You're probably just making trouble for yourself," he told Zap. How could a computer make a 'creepy noise'?
Mental? Great. Conlan's use of that world was escalating.
"Yeah, aren't you two supposed to be..." Married? Together? Probably not all the time. Who could deal with that?