Four comes into the computer room with a scowl. He's dusty and scraped up in a few places, grumbly and entirely unhappy with things. He's just in time to hear Wheatley speak to the computer. He quirks an eyebrow up at him.

"Pardon me. I didn't mean to interrupt your date," he smirks as he steps up, studying the computer, with narrowed eyes. He's looking for a monitor and a keyboard, something he can use to 'talk' to the computer in a more traditional means.