She winces a bit at the admission, but continues to futz with the wiring. Alphys wonders idly where she got all this equipment- if she’s always had it, and moreso, what she’s been doing with it before this. Not that she really knows what it’s capable of, regardless.

“So, uhm… h-how is this going to work? Are you using the computer’s memory to sort through yours? Is this, uh… like an adapter?” She’s trying to match ports, since most of these wires look unique, but she also doesn’t want to mess it up. “Is this connected right?”