Re: B&B
An accident? Gosh, no. It's-- [Not possible, she wants to say. Server rooms were one thing, but even a (recently departed) souped-up machine like Alex's didn't just burst into flame. But she's seen plenty of impossible before, so...] Ooh, no. No ghost, unless you mean the ghost in the machine types. Which--mm.
[Looking thoughtful for a moment, and very distracted.] It was--just some child's attempt at ransomware. [Child's attempt, indeed. Nobody went through the trouble of hacking the Bureau just to demand a measly five grand. Nobody hacks her. Pride wounded, she tries not to pout, and fails. It's adorable.] I was halfway through decrypting the lock when-- [Alex stares into the room, looking right at that towel draped over a chair. The one she remembers grabbing for, mere moments after the keyboard started belching smoke. Other people maybe question themselves after a look like that, but Alex wasn't in the habit of second-guessing herself. Even half-formed convictions save her life frequently. Especially when in her line of work. So she frowns at Connie from the floor as she roots around under the bed, oh-so skeptical.] But stranger things happen here on the regular, though. Don't they?