[ The person he approaches is seated at the technical helpdesk in the library - someone about five years younger than him, lanky and tall as one would expect a person who stays in front of the computer to be. Their hair fell to their shoulders in rich waves of brown, seemingly unkempt but styled with subtle touches of hair gel. When he speaks, their indigo gaze turns to meet him (contacts, of course), and regards him with a tilt of their head. ]

Hey, Tono. [ Said in Japanese with a playful wink, a voice smooth and middle-toned to not suggest a gender. They had some hidden talents, which include knowing seven languages - which would again beget the question of how such an unusual personality would choose to remain here. ] Let me see?

[ Manicured nails tap against the computer keyboard before them, as a thoughtful look crosses their face. ]

Ah, this one. I'm still trying to crack the code. It might be a virus but it hasn't done anything.