Boy did his face say a thousand words with a single expression. The kid wouldn’t exactly call himself the insightful sort, but he was nothing if not deeply familiar with the tone of a person who was, in fact, not following along with the technical mumbo-jumbo that was spouting from his mouth.
But… in this instance, he really did expect the other to follow along. He was just explaining the fundamentals of the internet? He was troubleshooting a faulty router and the nearby Hunter was curious. And who was the fox to shun someone for exhibiting curiosity? Even still, maybe his impromptu student was a little further behind with the times than he had originally assumed.
A scratch to the back of the head. “I mean, in layman’s terms, I guess that’s accurate enough?” He can’t knock her for trying, alright? “The router gets its internet from the modemit’s connected to (a modem is like the router’s boss who’s giving it its internet–) and distributes said internet to the smaller machines that are all using the signals from the aforementioned router!” Yeah. Hunter totally followed along with that whole explanation, right? Sure she did. Yup. Mhm.
“But this router doesn’t seem to be connecting to the modem at all,” he hums, a tongue clicking while glove meets chin. “Could you unplug the modem from its outlet? I’m gonna try the good ol’ ‘turn it off and on again’ treatment first. Could just be an overflow of memory. This place is on it’s, what,fifth tournament? With how many fighters? I could see it just needing a quick reboot. Or maybe–”
Blinks. Ears flick to attention. He’s getting that warm spot on the back of his neck. That 'you should probably turn around right now before the kid takes a step into the paper shredder’ kind of sensation. Whip around quick, remove himself from his thoughts to truly process what Hunter had been saying, glance to what she is reaching for, and…
“N-No! Wait, wait! That is not what you unplug!” Namesakes absolutely spring to life, creating a streak of yellow blazing a path over to the other. As the metal prongs of the plug starts to show face, there are two gloves frantically clasping the hand of Hunter, nigh pleading that she doesn’t move a muscle more.
That, dear viewer, was one of the plugs for the numerous power strips. Unplugging that, in particular, would have cut off power to an entire section of the intricate electrical system in here, and the fox really didn’t feel like seeing whether the Hands installed an uninterruptible power supply when building this place. Because if it turns out they didn’t,he didn’t want to find that out the hard way.
Swallows thickly. “…Y'know what? That one’s on me. This place is basically a mini server room, even I can lose my place in one of these. So instead, let’s do this: look at all of these wires and see if any of them look a little worse for wear!
The issue could be with the wires themselves, but scanning all of them by myself would take a good bit. So while I’m plugging and unplugging some stuff, you do that! There are an insane number of elements in this Mansion, who knows what could’ve gotten in here and thrown a wrench into things by biting something they shouldn’t have.”
her own lack of knowledge may be quite the predicament at this very moment. but it probably wasn’t too hard to tell that it came not from willful ignorance... just being a bit behind the times. and despite the fact that she was struggling to process and retain all the information being spoonfed to her... the hunter was exceedingly curious! again, sure, the actual information itself was hard to wrap her head around. but her sheer willingness to learn it anyway should not be understated. not even a little bit!
smash was sort of a miracle opportunity for the girl. her own home was barely on the cusp of the industrial revolution, to use a regular human analog. coal power and steam power were the standard... with hydroelectricity just BARELY on the edge of making a break. unfortunately, technological progress is relatively halted where she comes from. this is, of course, due to the fact that most good scientists are out there studying monsters. their ecology, physiology, and naturally... how best to defend their livelihood in the case of a monster attack! not much time to invent computers when you have to worry about giant firebreathing spiders and such, y’know.
“ so the ‘mode-um’... gives the int-er-net... ” she sounds the words out very carefully, making sure to get them right this time. “ to the routers... which then redistribute it to these odd machines... ” rubbing at her chin, the hunter looks around thoughtfully. then she gasps, with sparkles filling up her eyes.
“ oh! that is why they are called ‘routers’! because they are ‘routing’ something from one location to another! oh, splendid! it’s like a digital caravan! the home village loads the caravan with trade goods, and it delivers those goods to many smaller towns! just like your intra-net! ” well, she had a good thing going there until she misspoke on ‘internet’ again. and JUST after carefully sounding it out for accuracy, too...
suddenly, she feels a gloved hand clasp around her wrist. such sudden movements tend to equal bad news for monster hunters... and as such she tensed up. her reflexes are quite good... but in this one case, she’s glad that the relative lightheartedness of the conversation had her off her guard. because if she had taken a battle-ready stance like her gut instinct would have been... then she may well have just yanked the cord right out of the wall. thankfully, Tails was a good bit quicker on the draw... and she was now still as a statue in her arm. power strip? you’re safe for tonight.
“ oh! my mistake, Mr. Tails! ” she pushes forward a bit to right the plug back in it’s outlet. “ gomen, i hope you can forgive my foolishness! ” after freeing her hand from his panicked, laser-focused grip, she gives an apologetic bow to the young fox.
this time carefully listening to his instructions, the monster hunter nods repeatedly with each new ounce of explanation given. after which, she wastes no time getting on her hands and knees to inspect under the various desks in the room. as a hunter, she was used to dropping to her knees and really getting into the dirty, unpleasant thick of things. diving in swamps, pushing through dense thickets of foliage... and sometimes even sticking her hand in monster dung. all in the pursuit of protecting the environment, and science, of course. in a way, navigating this dense jungle of wires was... kind of familiar, in a way.
“ hmmmm... i do not see any visible damage? perhaps i just don’t know what i am looking for... ” another long hum of thought from the girl. the massive sword on her back was clinking and clanging against the underside of the desk as she shuffled around down there.
“ oh! ” oh, did she find something? “ there are small... what i believe are copper... threads sticking out of one of these! i am not quite sure if that is unusual, but it is... notably different than the other wires here! ”
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