She’s pretty sure her laptop shouldn’t be making that sound: a sort of violent whirring that only abates when she claps the whole thing shut. Gadget glances around the sparsely populated café, ears canted down, just to make sure no one’s watching when she pulls it open again to take a peek. The whirring starts up again, the screen winking blue. Well, that’s new. 

“Alrighty, two can play that game,” she murmurs at it, sitting up to dig a multi-tool from her pocket. It’s not her laptop, it’s borrowed, so she really shouldn’t, but it’s been needing a good repair for ages, and sometimes you just have to do it yourself.