[ Jack laughs, but it's short and not very humored. ]

Hey, like I said: poison's not my style.

[ He isn't surprised when she heads over to the arm, and truthfully, if not for what she wanted to talk about, he probably would have asked for a few minutes to clean up the mess. But oddly, with Elizabeth, he didn't feel there was a particular need. It wasn't going to be anything particularly shocking, ultimately. He's fiddling with the settings until two cups of coffee appear, then starts again to get cream and sugar and the like. ]

Already got the key. [ That was step one, but the harder part is actually sifting through what's on the drive. He pause, thinks about it, then adds: ] Looking for an answer, honestly, but, yeah, it's personal.

[ Which is surprisingly indirect for Jack, but with the coffee and all of the fixings to go with it, he brings them over one at a time. Of course Elizabeth gets her coffee first, then he brings the sugar and creamer, and finally grabs his cup before he sits at the desk. ]

But mostly just gonna mod the hand to be a different kind of prosthetic. Won't be as complicated or as cool, but it'll get the job done.