Ianthe studied the odd datapad warily for a while after making her departure arrangements. By no means was she adept with tech. Her training had included the basics -- how to bypass very simple electronic locks, navigate computer databases, and so forth -- but as a Program operative she'd always relied, when in the field, on remote tech experts to talk her through problems like this one. And those resources were long, long lost to her. By the time she'd had her fill of trying to unlock the device's secrets, she was blinking exhaustion out of her eyes again, and fell back into a fitful sleep interrupted only by the loudest of crashes and yells from the street and other hotel patrons.<br/><br/><b>[Tech: roll 7 + skill 6 = 13]</b><br/><br/>It was the knock at the door that finally roused her.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Just a minute!"</span>She tucked the datapad into her go-bag and cracked the door open, just enough to peer out into the hallway while still preserving her modesty.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Sorry, I just woke up. Can you wait for me to get decent?"</span>Inwardly, she sighed. The tense confrontation with the Charla-hologram, and then the time spent fiddling with the datapad, had cooled her libido, and now she found herself just hungry, not horny.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>