[ Tim leans heavily against the back of his chair as though nonchalance might be able to spoof the scan. Forgot about that thing. s w e a t s. ]

Again with the eye! Just what kinda hardware are you packin' there, string bean?

[ Oh. Well, that's. Uncomfortable. Uh.

"Jack" coughs. ]

A-Anyway yeah look, I'm real, okay? Check it out.

[ A gentle poke to Rhys's temple, just to the side of his port. Probably gentler than Jack would've been, but the guy's hallucinating, for crying out loud. Tim's not a complete dick, he just plays one on TV. ]

Now what's your little doohickey say, huh? Is—is it pickin' up how totally awesome I am?