Qubit just chuckles and shakes his head good-naturedly. Carlisle's technophobia has come a long way since they've met, but he's never truly gotten comfortable with tech - which will probably always cause some friction between them, given Qubit's nature is basically inextricable from it. Still, he tries, bless him.
That he was willing to come down here at all is a big deal, regardless of how much coaxing it took (i.e., a lot). Normally Carlisle's reluctant to venture further from the A.Z. than Qubit's lab. Though perhaps that's reasonable, he supposes; Anchor's hardly a safe place at the best of times, even if you don't factor in the behavior of certain residents. But, as Qubit has repeatedly assured him, there's nothing to be afraid of in here, certainly not while he's around. Just a simulation that he's been working hard on for weeks, on which he's eager to hear Carlisle's opinion.
It won't take long. Just a few minutes, a quick once-over. You can step out at any time, I promise I won't be offended. Come on, Carlisle, please?
Now that they're here, though, Qubit's a little more willing to back off, let him take things at his own pace. Probably best to try and keep some momentum going, though, just so nobody has a chance to get cold feet... He turns his attention to his wristwatch, fingers dancing across the tiny screen as he takes care of some last-minute configuration.
"Joking aside, I do appreciate you coming down here," he says. "I couldn't have put this together without you. Do you need a second? We'll boot it up whenever you're ready."
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Qubit just chuckles and shakes his head good-naturedly. Carlisle's technophobia has come a long way since they've met, but he's never truly gotten comfortable with tech - which will probably always cause some friction between them, given Qubit's nature is basically inextricable from it. Still, he tries, bless him.
That he was willing to come down here at all is a big deal, regardless of how much coaxing it took (i.e., a lot). Normally Carlisle's reluctant to venture further from the A.Z. than Qubit's lab. Though perhaps that's reasonable, he supposes; Anchor's hardly a safe place at the best of times, even if you don't factor in the behavior of certain residents. But, as Qubit has repeatedly assured him, there's nothing to be afraid of in here, certainly not while he's around. Just a simulation that he's been working hard on for weeks, on which he's eager to hear Carlisle's opinion.
It won't take long. Just a few minutes, a quick once-over. You can step out at any time, I promise I won't be offended. Come on, Carlisle, please?
Now that they're here, though, Qubit's a little more willing to back off, let him take things at his own pace. Probably best to try and keep some momentum going, though, just so nobody has a chance to get cold feet... He turns his attention to his wristwatch, fingers dancing across the tiny screen as he takes care of some last-minute configuration.
"Joking aside, I do appreciate you coming down here," he says. "I couldn't have put this together without you. Do you need a second? We'll boot it up whenever you're ready."