"Interesting..." he murmured through his subtle yet continuous bites of the jerky in his hand, leaning back in his chair to project an image of casual relaxation mixed with detached interest as he kept his gaze on the familiar matrix that had reappeared on screen. However, instead of the eye that had caused Roxy's initial panic back at the internet cafe, the grid of alphabets remained after she had typed his name in, and the text cursor reappeared, expecting a second input. "Heh, I guess it's warming up to us."

He then raised a brow at her in curiosity at her suggestion that the next input might be her name, considering his initial impression that the lock on the chip had been implemented by his father. "Yours? Did my dad know you sunshine?"

Regardless, he watched as she identified her own full name from the matrix and input the corresponding numbers. He leaned in, intrigued as the command prompt disappeared and an array of heavily-pixelated images popped up with an accompanying loading bar. The images were beginning to sharpen into comprehensible ones, but very gradually. The loading bar was inching along at a snail's pace, conveying the implication that it would be a wait of at least a few hours. It would seem that whatever was happening on screen was supposed to happen, which meant that they had cracked the code correctly. Perhaps his own father had simple built upon the algorithm that hers had created to secure the chip? Anything was possible at this point.

"Well, I foresee that we're going to be waiting for quite a while," he remarked, taking a sip of his coffee before standing from his seat. "I'll be at the rooftop balcony if you want to join  me at any time. It's got a good view of the surrounding area and I can check if we've been followed from there."