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Even with the reassurance of her innocence, the pink-haired girl did not seem to relax in the slightest. The only change shift in her stance came from her pulling out a Kunai knife from her back pouch and began to skillfully play with it in her fingers. "Indeed, I was actually locked out when I attempted to access my email today." It was not difficult to figure out what happened when she walked past a few dorms and received strange looks, and the screen had a very stupid photo manipulation on it.

"Grunt One three three seven? I do recall reading in one of your reports about his general conduct and his reactions to reprimand." Based on profiling alone, Kunai also was in agreement that the culprit was the rather eccentric computer hacker. She only paused for a moment to make mental note of this, but then added one piece of food for thought.

"What would you suggest we do with this Grunt, Agent Seth? Since the usual methods of reprimand do not seem effective with him." Reprimand was only reprimand if it actually worked in making the person miserable.

"Kunai," Nadja repeated. It would have been a flat tone, but there was a laugh bubbling up underneath it. What sort of laugh was another matter, but it was safe to guess it contained a good amount of 'I can't believe what I just saw.' The redhead hadn't had much contact with her colleague, but based on what she had read and experienced first hand: "No."

The Pokedex beeped, there was an Eevee into her lap, and the screen winked out. Nadja snorted and handed the device back, mouth still twisted in an indefinite shape. "In the future it would be better not to disseminate such things," she warned, but an experienced listener could tell there wasn't as much force behind the command as there should be. While she had recovered her composure - most of it, anyway - the redhead was still nonplussed - enough not to mind the ball of fuzz making itself comfortable on her knees.

Her knife flicked around her finger, back and forth as she also seemed to think through all the information being given to her. Her brows were low, obviously not amused by this strange situation. Yet, as she mentally processed the information, she did come up with some choice things to say.

"I apologize in advance, but I may say some things which you may not agree with. These are merely observations on my part, as an outsider looking in."

Her hand gripped upon the handle of her knife and she lifted up a gloved pinky, as if counting.

"One. I wonder if you give him enough work to keep him busy? 1337 is not stupid. He has proven this several times. His actions simply come across as attention seeking. It would seem like a reasonable manner to discourage his negative behavior. This suggestion is simply for everyday methods to deter this behavior."

Her ring finger was brought up.

"Two. Based upon your reports, I would suspect my abilities with knives and weapons would be of no use to pry such a piece of equipment off of the Grunt's head. I am not a fine motor skills sort of Agent. I do not tinker. I would probably just cut off his head to remove the equipment. Which is against health regulations. I apologize for being less than helpful."

Her middle finger was brought up with the other two, so now only her pointer finger and thumb were holding onto the knife.

"Three. This is probably the last thing you want to hear right now, but I could easily utilize 1337 into my program, since his less than proper responses to reprimands are actually valuable in my field. If he gets captured and tortured, he's less likely to spill information."

Even with what seemed like vague praise for the problem causer, Kunai's tone was absolutely flat and professional. Her mind never seemed to leave business mode. There was no pleasure in her tone. It was simply an observed fact. 1337 would fit in her program well. The knife between her two fingers was skillfully slid down around her thumb and her pointer finger was extended for the fourth and final point.

"Four. That is an appropriate reprimand for an attention seeking Grunt. How many days would you recommend? I will make certain to locate 1337 immediately after you give the sentence."

Her points absolutely finished, she clenched her fingers shut again and once more began to fiddle with her weapon.

Seth's smirk immediately dropped away as soon as Kunai gave her apology in advance. Leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers, the elite gave the other a hard stare as she proceeded to give her opinions. Despite his obvious displeasure, he gave her his full attention for the moment.

There were things said that he could easily take personally, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from snapping at her. Especially considering the already foul mood he was in. But this was the first time someone was actually able to give some decent insight on 1337's behavior.

Once she was done, Seth huffed out his irritation. "Giving him more to do can be remedied. However, I don't care to reward his insolence." Which is probably how 1337 would view it. He'd probably love to have more to do... and after all this grief, giving in was the last thing he wanted to do.

Her second point wasn't even commented on since it wasn't worth it in his opinion.

"I could care less if you used him." It would at least get him out of his hair, sometimes. Seth then heaved a sigh. "Double the length he was in there last time."

It wasn't the first time he'd had sharp pointy objects directed at him, and likely wouldn't be the last. Thus Seth didn't so much as flinch or even look at the blade that Kunai held in her hand.

There was a thoughtful frown at Kunai's words. Although he was inwardly amused at the thought of 1337 being compared to a dog. Her comments gave him something to mull over. Suggestions that were not entirely disagreeable. However, he didn't say as such for now.

At the mention of the hot sauce though, Seth grunted. "Yeah." This was ridiculous.

Seth said nothing further and simply watched as Kunai made her departure. Once she was gone, he grunted his irritability once more and went back to what he was doing. He wouldn't leave the network offline for long after all.

Thus began the work of purging the entire system of that horrendous picture and fixing the security breach that 1337 had caused. His rage becoming renewed as he merely thought about it and typed furiously at his keyboard.

"Yes ma'am." Nyx followed close behind the Elite and almost had trouble stopping herself in time when Nadja stopped and held Bunsen out.

"Yes ma'am." She took the Eevee, who grunted and complained with quiet 'vrrs' and 'eees' as he switched arms. She had one arm under him, and one around his front, with her hand resting on his head. "Shush."