"But that makes it boring!" Jamila protested, all in good humor while she stomped (yes, stomped. She kicked and stomped) on the up button of the elevator panel (thank you, flexibility) and stepped back as if the doors were going to be flung open towards her direction. "I mean if you can talk to them, shouldn't you be naming them something that's not...I don't know, S3, iPhone 4s, hey you, Note 2..." With everyone stuck within their offices, it didn't take long for the elevator to descend and open up to them. Jamila stepped inside and held the door back with her right foot. "What do you call your computers, then?"