John didn't really want to tell her that he had no clue what she was talking about. The only pretty girl who had spoken to him in the last year turned out to be a Terminator. He wasn't going to mess this up over something as silly as miscommunication.

And she really was very hot.

"No, well, a little attacked," he said with a shrug. "But it wasn't too bad. Last night a man called Daemon and I went back and squashed the spider that thought it'd make me lunch. Actually, last night wasn't too bad. I grabbed a bunch of computer parts that I hope I can use."

He stopped babbling for a moment to shove some cereal into his mouth. "So, um," he said, swallowing nervously. "How, how are you?"