[ Another slightly aggravated noise, and for a moment the air beneath her fingers forms purple hexagonals that have a staticky pixelation to them, the circuitboard pattern that stretches out to her fingers like a tattoo suddenly flaring purple. But still, nothing happens. ]

Okay. Okay.

[ She pinches her nose, ignoring his question for a moment. ]

I thought this world was meant to be data-based, but if it is, I have cero permissions. What a pain.

[ She looks at him suddenly. ]

Did you get a daemon? I haven't tried interfacing with someone else's.