@godstoxin
There is precious little noise level Yuki Nagato's apartment. Many of her neighbours believe the suite to be unoccupied.
The only sound in there now is a soft clicking, the composition of a text message on her phone.
Itsuki. Her most sordid friend, her second best friend.
There has been an interface in the vicinity for the past 48 hours, 1 minute and 3 seconds. He has not done anything cause for alarm, but I can ascertain too little about him. Given that the last incident of cross-origin interface communication resulted in my illness and two closed space generated, my estimation is that verbally asking him would be the best option. You are the best at oral data analysis, therefore you will likely yield the greatest results. He seems about my level of communication capacity. He is currently at @#&*~?^. The interface's appearance is a preteenage boy - his strongest genetic outlier is his white hair.
She never liked delegating him work, but her logic to the contrary was too sound to ignore. Perhaps in exchange he could delegate her to some clerical tasks...