"3D printing of...?" Horvath gives a dismissive shake of his head, but it's clear what part of all that his mind latched onto. "You're a humanitarian I can only aspire to match, then. And you can tell me to lose weight, if you like. Not that it's likely to do any good." He smiles and shakes her hand, amused partly because of the absurdity of the gesture, since they've already met and shared coffee and books.