"Woah, tiger, relax," she said, brusquely. "I'm not going to get you."

Lois steps over a pile of stuff and starts picking around again. Maybe she just overlooked something last time? Hopefully, anyway.

"As great as that's been so far, anyone who has ever dealt with their cellphone being wiped or their iPod taking a trip down a steel staircase knows that technology will find a way to backfire sooner or later."

She inspects some sort of helmet for a moment before glancing back at him.

"I don't care how green or alien or superintelligent their inventor is. My paper notebook isn't going to mysteriously lose my files."

She's just going to skim over the fact that she is a lousy, lousy typist.