[luckily he manages to recover quickly from that initial reaction, except that he's completely forgotten about replying and he's just turning the journal over and over, pressing all kinds of buttons and flipping through the pages. His face flickers in and out on her screen, so she may capture fragments of him muttering to himself.]

The hell is this thing...how is that even possible...

...where the fuck is that ridiculous four-eyes when I actually need her.


[ooc: limited technology world, ahaha...feel free to respond however u_u]