Hartley looked down himself, stopping just short of checking his pockets. It wasn't as if he didn't know what he had. Nothing. Pretty easy to remember that. Since he wasn't about to offer his body, that pretty much put him at no option. He reached up to right his glasses, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I... I can fix stuff. If you need stuff fixed. I can build stuff too." How very specific. "If you want a fridge, phone, anything like that. I can upgrade them, I can make stuff from scratch."