That’s a very good question. “Honestly, I kind of can’t?” He rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly, not sure how to say this delicately. He ran the numbers on his income vs. his food needs and ... yeah, this is gonna go negative fast. “But I want to stay in school if I can. So I’m working on that.” Not that he has any idea what to do really.

He brightens at that question though. “I’m great at ‘em. What d’you need help with? Rooting it? Jail breaking?” Because clearly that must be what she’s asking.