Randy has chosen his seat tactically, so that he can look straight through the door into the conference room and keep an eye on his laptop. One by one, members of the other delegations excuse themselves, go into the room, and run the demo, imprinting their own voices into the computer’s memory and then letting it recognize them. Some of the nerds even type commands on Randy’s keyboard; probably that ps command, snooping. Despite the fact that Randy’s got it set up so it can’t be meddled with too much, it bothers him at a deep level to see the fingertips of these strangers prodding away at his keyboard.