Prompted by Loch's quiet grumble, Gram looked around to see that the male steam gunner was the one missing as was he crimson armsmaster, something he found a little puzzling, especially seeing as the female steam gunner had managed to drag herself in on time. Loch was displeased by their absences as a hint of irritation flickered across her face. Apparently he woman had brought them out to the specific sever for a mini-lecture, perhaps she had a soft spot for the background image, though discussing plans across a rickety scaffolding was not the first location that sprang to mind.
She kept it short and to the point, thankfully, she may have even been reading personal instruction manuals IRL, though Gram was still curios as to how anyone could have made an entirely alien piece of software integrate itself with the world. Loch filled in most blanks pretty well, but there was one glaring issue with her custom anti virus software, it lacked any means of tracking. Gram groaned at the wasted time across the past few days, and by now there was definitely nothing to go on, the virus would have certainly hopped servers and could be on any of the servers.
"I don't suppose you managed to get any kind of pattern for the virus' locations when you were.....looking at it?" He threw the question out on a whim, bar the issue of actually finding the damned thing, calling their number of possibilities a haystack wouldn't be doing it justice anymore, he had nothing much to say, on the matters at hand anyway
Originally Posted by Stein
A Muse I.E. The Eternally Fickle Bitch.
Originally Posted by Saving Grace
And if the pen is mightier than the sword, imagine what a sharpie could do.