Well, there was the thing that would suddenly interrupt his entire evening. So much for going home after work. After he recovered from the few seconds of temporary blindness brought on by the clusterfuck of colour that Joe was clad in, Salem offered a wrenched smile. He didn't mind Joe's company at all, and in fact enjoyed it most of the time. But good lord that boy could not dress himself if his life depended on it.<br/><br/>"Evening, Joe," Salem replied, removing his hand from his pocket to give his friend a little wave in return. He turned away from the door and strolled over to where he'd decided to plant himself for whatever shenanigans he was planning. And when the CD came out, he eyed it suspiciously. It looked as if it'd had a disagreement with a blender, and he was honestly wondering whether the thing was even functional. But past that point, he wondered what the hell it would do if it was.<br/><br/>The inquiry towards his involvement was not well received, and his pained expression of friendliness dropped into one that was halfway between being baffled and offended at the very prospect of it. "What? No, dude, I work here. I can't risk getting fired." He crossed his arms in a manner that was supposed to be defiant, but was loose and not very convincing. Salem didn't want to put a bunch of what were probably viruses in the library's computers. The internet was shitty enough without a bunch of things clogging the network up. And god forbid if there were popups of dubious worksafe nature.<br/><br/>"What are those things, anyway?" He finally asked. He had his suspicions, but if he could get some more info out of Joe, it'd be easier to straight up tell him he was being a dumb stupid idiot instead of dancing around it.