<strong>Tagged:</strong>Joy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Titan, Wiggy's Room<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wiggy frowned in thought as she considered Joy’s suggestion before finally assenting, “We can try, although I can’t promise anything. Sometimes teams can be pretty paranoid about their systems, even when it comes to protecting something as simple as a manifest.” With a casual movement, she tossed the towel, CLIF bars and most of the clothes onto the side of her desk, giving up on the shower for now. Instead, she asked Joy to turn around before kicking off her borrowed boots and skirt and wiggling into a pair of panties and jeans.<br/><br/>Once she was feeling comfortable and a lot less exposed, Wiggy gestured for Joy to grab a nearby stool, hidden in the corner, before sitting at her desk and turning on her laptop so that she could get to work. The next few moments passed quickly as the technician’s monitor flipped through a series of screens, her posture and gaze almost relaxed even as she single-handedly worked across the keyboard in a blur of energy. It was clear enough that Wiggy was in her element as all her previous anxiety went straight out the window, replaced instead by a deep focus for the task at hand.<br/><br/>With the pace she set, it wasn't long before the stream of data came to a stop, leaving a white page with a neatly compiled list to dominate the screen. Luckily it hadn't been too difficult - the Redline crew apparently didn't believe in network security. With a proud smile, Wiggy snatched up one of the CLIF bars, before leaning back and allowing the racer to view the screen. The list gradually scrolled down, detailing equipment from weapons and vehicle parts, to current assignments for the Redline crew. The latter was mostly just fluff compared to the rest, at least until a single name appeared, “Avalon…” followed by the writing, “Assigned to…”