Hunk just chuckles, because of course she's been focused on the iMog slate. It's not like she'd have much else to hack. Aside from... maybe the Curti Center systems? But that wouldn't be the best idea, something about biting the hand that feeds you. But he's smiling.

"Y'know, one of my friends back home is a hacker. She's brilliant, but..." Hunk looks towards Futaba, trying not to say that the resemblance was hilariously uncanny. Instead? "...Everyone hits a wall. We worked together on a lot of projects, and I'd round out a lot of her ideas."

He didn't want to say that his experience with alien technology could help compared to her past-Earth grasp of computers, since that'd be a little condescending. Instead? "Want a second opinion on anything?"