"On the job training, as it were. And... well. After the first screaming and screeching and near disembowelling... you find yourself motivated to actually learn."

Then he reaches to the seat beside him and slides over a jewel CD case. With a home-burned CD inside, scrawled on with his spiky handwriting. He puts it on the table and pushes it towards Martel.

"Voice recognition software. I thought it might be of use to you: it can take dictation, and you can set the computer to read other things aloud to you. Takes a little setting up but it might be quicker to communicate with it." He grins. "Just don't say I gave it to you, as I didn't exactly pay. Now. Scotch!"

He'd been distracted, but poured one of the glasses whilst fetching said CD, and now pours the second two.