As she approaches the hacker's door, Tzahala can hear a familiar, pixelated cacophany drifting through the walls. Not a video, then, but one of Cori's old, mega-retro games that the hacker had dug up from the deepest corners of the matrix. Not loud enough to wake up the neighbors, perhaps, but loud enough to let Tzahala know that the hacker is off in 'her' own little world.<br/><br/>And sure enough, Cori doesn't answer the door after the first knocking, or even the second. It's not until Tzahala raps on the door a third time that she hears the sound of someone hopping to their feet and padding to the door... and a moment later she hears the sound of the hacker squeaking in surprise, and the tumble of locks as the hacker hustles to open the door for her 'Mistress.'<br/><br/>"M-miss Sao. I'm sorry... I got c-caught up, and didn't realize. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting..." Even in the dim light from inside the apartment, Tzahala can see the crimson spreading through Cori's cheeks like a wildfire- a good match for the plush pink bathrobe the slim hacker is wearing, wrapped oh-so-tightly around her shoulders. "H-how did the job go?"