Ah. Right. Of course. Somewhere amidst the frustration for modern technology, Mahir had forgotten the impeccable manners that had been drilled into him from boyhood. If he’d been thinking straight, he would have introduced himself properly. Might as well make amends now.
He bowed to her. “Forgive me. No, no we haven’t. I’m Mahir. I’m – ah, I’m new here, which would probably explain it.” The automatic niceties when it came to greetings were getting in the way of his asking for help, but what was his worry? It’s not like that stupid program wouldn’t still be incomplete in five more minutes.