Brand snorts.

"Max, mostly. Got it into his head to see if he could figure out my password, but Quinn won't help him so he just fucks around with it until I find him and give him something better to do with his time. Corbie too, but you know...six-year-olds." He rolls his eyes, but he sounds almost affectionate. "They'll pick up anything that's not nailed to something bigger than them."