She closes her eyes for a second, trying to gather her patience. It's not his fault, if he's really from the forties, but god, this is frustrating.

"A monitor, about this big," she says, gesturing with her hands. "Attached to a keyboard. Nowhere near the size you're probably thinking - it'd fit on a small desk. Or something like this."

She had a laptop with her when she arrived, slipped into a pocket on the back of her chair; she reaches back now to pull it out and hold it up for Steve to see.