Lunch break. When you open the server room door, you're met with the usual cold air and the steady, low hum of the fans. In front of the racks, Honjo Akatsuki is already seated at her usual terminal, gazing dreamily at the L3 switch lights with a mug in one hand.

She turns around and smiles, then shifts her chair about ten centimeters to the side to free up your usual spot. A single wisp of steam from the black coffee in her mug dissolves into the cold air.