[As to be expected, he doesn't answer promptly. Mostly because he's still coming down from the stress of the test, the sweat on his face growing cold as he sits there uncomfortably, working to pull himself into something impassive and stony. Something that can't be so easily seen through and judged. And when Nagi shuts down, he really shuts down.

His expression is hard to read now as he keeps his attention on the computer, his chest rising and falling steadily as he slowly gets his breathing back to normal. Those glittering blue eyes of his are hard to see now, too, both averted and slightly shrouded by the lock of hair trying hard to hide them.]

It...is like you said. The first locks were easy. I did fine, to...start.

[Nagi responds stiffly, emotionlessly almost. It's clear that he's keeping his emotions tied down somewhere, leaving little else to be read from his body language alone.

The truth is, he can't do this as well here. He's not used to using these computers with his hands, or even so much relying on his eyes or sense of touch alone. Before, he didn't even have to move. This was the first time he had tried something like this without telekinesis to aid him.

It was jarring, and he didn't like it.]

I nearly had those codes solved every time. I...just ran out of time.

The last ones...were difficult. Very difficult.

[His voice jumps in his throat at the end, and he stops again, saying nothing more. It's only a half lie, but one he has to tell. He just...can't crack those codes.]