Mayling kicks her feet idly as she reads an old style book in the public room of the Elmo, her work tablet set aside on the table next to a mug of what you hope is coffee.

You've given her own private room, but she seems to get lonely in there. Not that performing solitary activities here helps much, considering how empty the Elmo is.

The Elmo's server has plenty of data, but it's pretty dry reading. You can't help but wonder what she's reading. The dust jacket is long gone, and the cover is worn and faded.