"Tosh?" His tone sounded confused, maybe even a little worried.
"Owen?" Tosh almost mirrored his tone, peering over the top of her monitor to see what was the matter with him.
"You haven't seen my print screen key anywhere, have you?" Owen was searching the keyboard franticly as she watched him, the key that was usually right under his fingertips missing.
"If you can't keep track of your keys, maybe I shouldn't let you have a keyboard." She smiled. His print screen key was stuck, with chewing gum, under her conduit. When she blocked downloads from his computer, the next best thing he had was to print screen shots from the films and set them as his desktop background. They usually, however, found their way into the Torchwood networking system and set themselves as everybody's backgrounds. She reached under her desk, checking the key was still there.
"But I need it, Tosh. Its, uh, vital to some work I'm doing." Owen dropped out his chair and started searching the floor for his key. If his key had found it's way to the floor, it was unlikely he would find it anyway, as the floors in this part of the office were pieces of grating. He stood back up, checking his desk again, making sure it hadn't magically reappeared.
"But I thought I asked you to check the death records? You don't need your print screen key for that." She played a look of mock confusion as to why he would need it for such a task. It was hard to keep the grin from her face.
"Yeah, I… needed to… copy… something…" His excuse was maybe one of the worst he'd ever given; disjointed, unbelievable, and most of all downright stupid. There was no need to copy anything. Instead of launching this fact on him, Tosh laid the ace she had hidden up her sleve.
"Copy and paste pictures of naked women to a Paint document, Owen?" His look of confusion urged her to continue. "I can see everything that's on your screen. New interface. Remember, I talked to Jack about it?" He continued to look blankly at her. "Said it would help improve efficiency? No? Anyway. I can see what's on your screen, and print screening porn is the same as downloading it."
"What?! No it isn't!" Owen hit a hand on his partially dismantled keyboard in outrage. "Downloading implies saving files from a server elsewhere, which is connected to my computer via the Internet, into a permanent or temporary file on my computer. Print screening is copy and paste!" He sat down, with his arms folded, and sulked.
"Well, at least you know the difference… You're learning." Tosh unstuck the key and threw it to him over the top of her screen. He caught it, looking pleased with himself.