Martin looks at John, equal parts relieved and nervous over his skeptical, confrontational response. He feels a bit like he's floundering in the water, like if he were on his own he'd have no choice but to accept whatever answers Mr. Keane gave him, too overwhelmed and confused to argue. But John still has the presence of mind to ask practical questions, to demand proof.

Of course, that allows for Mr. Keane to offer proof, and Martin's not so sure he wants that. And he does have something to offer, though it's not really what Martin expects.

He doesn't understand what any of this means. Contacts, he says as he hands John the strange slim object pulled from his pocket. Martin leans over to stare at the thing, as Mr. Keane claims John will be able to find a picture of himself in this... what is it?

The whole face of the thing is a screen, he realizes, only he's sure Mr. Keane had just been touching it, like he'd turned it on somehow. He looks uncertainly at Mr. Keane, then at John, wondering if this is something he's seen before. He does seem very smart, but this... this feels like something out of Star Trek. It's enough that he doesn't even have time to get well and proper bogged down wondering why, if he and John supposedly... live together... Mr. Keane is friends with John but not with him.

"W-what is it?" he asks, continuing to stare at it, mystified.