[ The clarification earns silence in answer, which is as good as agreement. He offers the tablet up freely when she takes it, giving her an expectant look. ]

Yeah. I mean, if you can do anything, then... [ Do it, obviously. But she doesn't need his permission. Fitz lifts a hand and scrubs it back over his head, a trace of agitation in the gesture. ] It's just... there's rules, you know? Everything's meant to follow certain rules.