Hob couldn't bring himself to look at her, ashamed of his rage and the uncontrolled emotions that were so blatantly on display in front of OLGA. Bad enough that he couldn't find answers to his own heart's dilemma when it came to her, but to expose her to such primal wrath?! Unthinkable! She was still very much on innocent in his eyes. Blowing his top in front of OLGA something he had never wanted to do, and he feared what she might think-

And then there she was, in his arms, hugging him. The girl pulled him into a gentle embrace and guided his head to lean against her shoulder in gesture of comfort and compassion that, by Hob's thinking, could not have been feigned or programmed. He wanted to cry. He wanted to, but he didn't. When had been the last time anyone had held him like this? Not since before it all began, certainly. The NI-techs shared to much of their minds in the system to make physical contact anything other than awkward, and there hadn't been anyone else to vent to or confess or listen... Now here was OLGA, holding him and soothing him. For a timeless moment, it was only them in the barn. Closing his eyes, Hob held her back and took a deep calming breath of the straw scented air, tinged with that teasing perfume she liked so much. The only sounds were the rattle of the old time projector nearby and the sound of the wind blowing the corn out in the fields... Gradually, he began to relax and let go of the hate and anger.

A brief flash of Devi's smiling face went through his inner mind, the core carefully not exposed to the virtual world where chaos had to be imposed upon order to make sense in the human mind. Guilt came with that image, and passed just as quickly. Hob was left wondering why he should feel guilty at all about a woman who had merely been decent to him...

OLGA's own sudden surprise caused the NI-tech to look up in alarm. Hob was both gratified and sad that their shared moment had passed. Sad for the lose of such human contact as had been denied him and the other NI-techs for some time, gratified because he still ashamed of his outburst and wanted it forgotten. He glanced up at the projector screen and squinted at the image of the man. Frowning, he glanced at the board to confirm that the matching ID photo was there. "Three hours, twenty-two minutes," he murmured, "almost as long as Grissom." 

Disengaging with a slight reluctance from her youthful limbs, Hob knelt and scooped up the files. Their flip-book animations continued to skip ahead, given him quick previews of upcoming (or in this case, previous) scenes. "It's not the only time, either," he pointed out. "Projections show at least three other times they connected before and still counting. Without going into this step by step, it looks like this guy had lots of contact with Sylus earlier on. A lot of it is just corner shots, showing them walking or talking as they turn corners or go into private rooms out of camera view." Grimacing, he shook his head. "Not many of these have audio. You'd think with modern day technology, they'd have put in audio as well as video, or something. And silly me, I didn't take any courses in lip reading."

Hob glanced over at the board again to check the tally. "So far he's had the most contact with Sylus outside of the attorneys and guards, for whatever it's worth. At least since he was captured." Something else stood out to him then, something that caused him to scowl. "Hey, a lot of this footage is marked as being unread yet."