Poni looks at the mystery person with a hint of confusion and concern.
You alright there? Seems like you've seen a ghost..are ghosts even a thing in the digital world?
She said the last part to herself, placing a hand on her chin.
{[FILE X] no longer appears hostile, but still remains agitated. Interesting.}
"Though, shit... maybe that's a bad idea, too. What if it's contagious? What if it ends up affecting another Digital World?"
{They shake their head, squeezing their eyes shut with a tired groan.}
"Come on, pull yourself together."
{A mutter, half-audible. Louder, they continue.}
"Look. Listen very closely to me: there's a high level program being run all across this server, and it's trying to delete Digimon indiscriminately. I don't know if I can protect you from it, but I can send you to a friend, and he can monitor your condition until we know you're safe to move out of a sandbox quarantine."
{Their voice is pleading. Pitiful. All this concern for a stranger, when a moment earlier they were ready to spring to murder on a hair trigger. This information is extraneous. We are looking for something else.}