He obligingly rounds one of the desks in the main room - his own, mostly empty but for a vase of - electronic, blue LEDs on the stamens - flowers and a notepad and pen.

Connor's not a technician, but there are some little things he can do, and one of those is create a lock that can only be broken with an encryption key Connor sends by touching it to interface. All it looks like to the casual viewer is just Connor opening a drawer.

"Here," and he puts it on the desk. It's a bug, a tiny one. "I keep finding them around the office. But I think there's a lot we can find out with the signals it's been sending.

"Or rather, a lot that a talented technician can find out. I don't want to connect to it in case I leave myself open to something."