True to word, Akane sure was comfy with the PC. The cognitive walls built in subjectively with the basic idea of thought had made it easily accessible for Akane to poke through the live connections and make herself comfortable by settling in- pinching one hand to move the window of Ichinose's face showing through the call's camera and justtt like that Akane slipped in a little tracking bug. One that monitors anything Ichinose types on this PC even when Akane isn't active.

"...hi, I guess." She answers rather dully because right now, she's looking at Ichinose properly in person. Not standing behind her father or even through circumstance- this woman is...she's looking so normal. "You lack her white hair."