"Nor me," he says with a small shake of his head and a smile. Truthfully, he doubts there's anyone in the world as good at computers as Harold Finch, but in a moment like this, he's not sure where else to turn. It feels like he has no other ideas for jumpstarting their team again and he's afraid, without proper direction, they might find themselves without purpose.

They deserve better than that. They all do.

"I was thinking we have access to alternatives, though," he says, voice still carefully lowered. "Maybe we can't build another Machine, but if we were to set up a series of police scanners, we might still be able to get more access to information we're not already getting."