Coding came as easily as breathing, as fluidly as thought and it had been strange to flirt with the omnic from a distance. The true identity of the friend she'd made had been a pleasant shock - A Shambali monk. They'd decided to meet in a hotel of her choosing, luxurious as if to highlight the contrast with his ascetic lifestyle.

She doesn't turn to look at him as he enters the suite, reclined on the bed in a bit of black and purple lingerie. The screen floating above her is showing off some variety show and is easily ignored in pursuit of more interesting activities.

"I hope you didn't have trouble finding this place."