"Por la puta madre." Miguel grumbled, adjusting his glasses as he tried to make sense of the information written before him. Yet despite reading it through three times, he couldn't seem to wrap his head around it all, only becoming increasingly frustrated.

"Ay, dios." He muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples harder and scowling as all hope of completing the task was seemingly slipping away from him. Through his frustration, he hadn’t seemed to notice you slip into the room.