[...Oh, it's Ishimaru. That's right, he does work here — a thing she'd at least been aware of, even if it wasn't forefront in her mind when she came in. He came here frequently, probably putting in the maximum hours possible (as expected of Ishimaru-kun), and presumably this is the means by which he was able to finance that very nice care package he'd sent her way back when she was in Cherrygrove. Right, then. Okay. Yes, all is as it should be with respect to that particular sliver of the universe.
All is not right, however, with the PC screen, and she points a finger at it as she straightens up to look at him, face impassive and voice steady.]
It says there's something in my PC.
[She explains, without preamble.]
A Moomba.
[Both of which are things he will assuredly be able to ascertain for himself just by looking at the screen; hopefully, he can likewise figure out if this is indeed a malfunction of some variety, and if not...then what the gently caress is a Moomba, anyway?]
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All is not right, however, with the PC screen, and she points a finger at it as she straightens up to look at him, face impassive and voice steady.]
It says there's something in my PC.
[She explains, without preamble.]
A Moomba.
[Both of which are things he will assuredly be able to ascertain for himself just by looking at the screen; hopefully, he can likewise figure out if this is indeed a malfunction of some variety, and if not...then what the gently caress is a Moomba, anyway?]