Jim carried a perturbed expression, gazing at an aimless direction as if an individual stood in such area, before briefly acknowledging no one truly was there; a soundless exhale leaving him. “O-Oh, uh… Sorry. I was distracted.” He bluntly stated, occasionally presenting signs of distress, however still remaining casual and civil, gingerly continuing. “You… Can look around. My new computer’s over there too.” Jim paused, taking a moment to ponder. “I think I have… Some gadgets around here…”