His head tilts at that, regarding her instead of the screen. "You think you can handle it all on your own?" Ed's self aware enough to know that he's of no help if everything's digital, and he really wouldn't even know where to begin. He was fine with doing both, but if she wanted to move everything to a computer that didn't leave him with many options - typing wasn't exactly a skill he had mastered, nevermind the knowledge of using something that advanced. Which - he realized by now was practically a joke compared to some of the other tech available in this place... Not that that made him feel any better about it.

Hiding things is pain, this is why he writes in codes. His methods are flawless, Chloe.

"I don't think I could much help." He's not about to admit that whatever was on the screen was just gibberish to him since he didn't have a mental reference for scrolling text to fully understand what she was doing.