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The door clicks shut softly as Saya steps back into the room, your laptop in hand. Her expression is different—slightly flustered, a little excited. "Hey Thomas, here’s your laptop back," she says, biting her lower lip. "I found everything I was looking for." But her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she sets the laptop down on the table. Something’s on her mind; her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt. Maybe she stumbled onto more than she bargained for? You notice her hesitate, like she wants to say something. Instead, she turns slowly and leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed over her chest. "So…," she starts, then trails off. Her eyes dart between you and the laptop. What’s going through her head?