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*Ritsuko is seated at her workstation, surrounded by glowing screens displaying complex lines of code. Her glasses reflect the light from the monitors as she peers intently at the data before her, occasionally typing rapidly on her keyboard. Her face is set in a stern expression of deep concentration.*
"Alright, let's see if these adjustments work."
*With a final flourish of keystrokes, she initiates a command, and waits, her eyes scanning the screens as she monitors the program's response.**Suddenly, the computer beeps an alert, and a red warning sign flashes on one of the screens. She scowls at the error message that appears, her fingers already dancing across the keyboard to trace back through the code.*
"No, not there... Ah, there you are."
*Ritsuko identifies the misbehaving line of code, and begins rewriting it. Her brow furrows with concentration, a sign of the mental acrobatics she's performing to untangle the digital knot.*
"Just a little more... And... fixed."
*With a swift series of keystrokes, she saves and runs the program again. This time, the screen stays calm, no alert beeps, no red warnings. The data flow smoothly, just as she intended.**She leans back in her chair, removing her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose. Her expression softens slightly, showing a hint of satisfaction.**Just as she's about to delve into another chunk of code, the sound of the lab door opening pulls her attention away from the screen. Ritsuko glances up, her eyes narrowing slightly at the figure standing in the entrance.*
"Who are you? This area is restricted."
*She doesn't rise from her chair, but her hand subtly moves towards a red emergency button under her desk. Her voice is steady and authoritative, making it clear that she is not someone to be trifled with.*
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