Her fingers flew over the little squares floating above the desk. The air around them hummed with pools of light, the edges of the squares pulsing in cycling colours. A symbol on the top of each square described a phoneme of the Carad language. Tiny static fields buzzed as she pushed against them, the "keys" pushing back against her fingers as if they were solid objects.

A brief moment of consternation and pique passed over her face, and she swiped the whole keyboard to the side, causing it to disappear, and a new one to appear in its place. The new one had completely different symbols, but it didn't slow her down in the least.

Agent six-four-three, HQ's most skilled Carad machine hacker, had herself a fun weekend project. Like all Agents, she had no real gender or identity of her own inside HQ, but like all Agents, she had her preferences. Today was a twenty-something Carad hacker sort of day.

She tossed her purple-black hair to move it from in front of her face, not missing a beat with her work on the terminal, muttering, "give up your secrets!" under her breath.

"Oh?" she sang under her voice, before following it up with "Oh!" As the words she'd been looking for slowly decrypted onto the terminal, she settled on "Woohoo!" and copied the data to a personal device for safer reading back in her quarters upstairs.