[From the looks of things, it's as if nothing changed at all from yesterday. Fitz is settled where he always is, staring into a monitor and chewing on the edge of his thumbnail as he does so.]

Hm? Not particularly...

[He leads into it as his eyes move away and settle on Peggy touching the science. He scrambles to his feet, reaching for the opposite end of the tablet and gently lowering it back toward the desk. There's no way she'll be able to read the scrolling cascade of binary code.]

That's -- probably not something that ought to be handled at the moment. It's sensitive to haptic input.