"Oh. I'm... afraid you have the wrong labs for that, actually." Marco laughs, half-apologetic, half-seemingly-nervous about something that is by no means his fault. "We don't distribute laptops. I'd lend you mine, but I haven't used it in years, to be honest..."

Again, he trails off into a mumble. Before it occurs to him that he may have to explain how it is possible for him to not have used a laptop in years, or how that would prevent him from lending it, a different thought comes to him:

"Gosalyn is very lively, isn't she? How has she been doing?"