“Yikes.” he muttered under his breath before saying a quick apology to his class. Getting up, he moved across to her and out of the room, shutting the door behind them so no one heard what was about to happen. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “If it’s about what happened the other day then don’t worry about it, I’ve sorted everything out with Fitz. You can go back to your kennel now.”
“Stop talking,” was all she said, continuing in brief sentences, still. Somehow, the parts of his speech he emphasized were turned from normal words to slurs, and she couldn’t let him ruin the entire dictionary. “Classified data gets lost when the database runs updates, either by accident, or, if you’ve been responsible so far, incompetence. The old versions are archived, so the data can be recovered if I run manual simulations. I need the password to the archive. Before you open your mouth to say anything, you’re not even my last choice. You’re in negatives. But, I can’t be bothered hacking into it, so I’m taking the path of least resistance.”
