A young woman stood about, preoccupied by her holographic screen for which she was recording data. Her blue eyes repeatedly shifted to one end, to another as she vigorously typed faster than a normal human could. "May I help you." She speaks after a few moments of silence, not bating an eye to the person in the room, seemingly knowing they were there to begin with. Her tone came as a statement rather than a question. "I am over this shit…" She mutters to herself, exasperated by her task.