The dial-in hits like a misfiring nerve.<br/>Liz's eyes go wider for just a moment, and she seems to stare off into space for a brief flicker of thought beyond her control...<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><em>2340g&gt;/inbd.sr4/cnctrq?ID=2958a0t6(*w2#95Yfe/********************<br/>*2340g&gt;/connectionreceived.content 00000000000000000000000001reply100000000000000000001handshakecomplete.int<br/>2340g&gt;/shufflethefuckingboard.bat/execute.<br/>....<br/>....<br/>....<br/>IPConfig reassigned to ****%%%*XXXX*** success.<br/>IP reassigned, proceed inbound....<br/>BEGIN TRANSFER-----<br/></em></span><br/><br/>Liz tilts her face, blinking once, seeming almost embarassed.  "Excuse me, you two... I'm receiving a call."<br/><br/>She says nothing for the next few seconds, but data is exchanged... a lot of it, very quickly... it shows in her as a twitching of the ring finger on her left hand.  When she transmits, the movements are in her right hand.  She transmits back relatively little compared to what she downloads.  Then, as if nothing has happened, she straightens her shoulders, tossing her head as if she has long hair to clear from her face... she levels her gaze on the two of them.  "Vivian, Neil needs a ride.  Can we go pick him up?"  Alarm bells will go at that.  She doesn't run medial errands.<br/><br/>And if she was receiving data...?  If it was digital air, she could have just pulled in close to two gigs in that moment's lapse... unless there was a VERY high error rate.<br/><br/>She flicks her gaze over to the Cyborg.  "C'mon Dick.  It'll be fun."