Oizys felt more than a little bit flaily. Moros was destroying her house all around her, and that should have really upset her, but she knew he was looking for the reason for all of this. And that was okay to her. Really. Even though this was the first temple she'd gone and made all by herself. And she had a lot of really neat stuff.
No, it was okay.
It needed to be done.
She was typing away furiously, trying to find a deity to apply as. And then he was yelling at her to hurry.
"HERA! Okay! I'll apply as Hera!" It was an absurd choice for her, she knew it. An Olympian, but the Queen of the Olympians to boot. "It's asking for a chat program! I don't have a chat program! I don't know!"
She was still shaking, but now it wasn't only the panic at what was going on on the screen, but also the panic of needing to get things done very fast. Very fast. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she filled out all the information the best that she could. And hoped. And prayed. This had to work. Or they weren't going to be able to find out anything.
Oizys was pretty sure that Moros knew something that he wasn't telling her. The way he was acting. He was just as panicked as she was. If not more.
"Burn it what?!" She whipped around to look at him, fingers on the keys, for a second she had to wonder if he really meant that, but one glance and she knew he was serious, and just hit send on the application. Then gathered up the computer, not bothering to turn it off, just unplugging it. It was a devil box, wasn't it? It could survive a hard shut down. Easy.