[The PCD clicks on, and Yuca looks a little curious- he hasn't realized it's turned on at first, he's too busy typing away, trying to run a program or two on it, frowning slightly in concentration.]

D.

[Clicking away, muttering a little to himself.]

O. R. A. -

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