[ It's one second, where she adjusts her vision through them both. Where she draws up into the fullness of herself. It's not so strange for her at least, to look through, to take what they bring up in their minds and devour it - to store it away with a focused sort of hunger. One second to stretch herself through them properly, through their limbs, their veins, their muscles, rolling like waves --
-- and then with sudden gripping efficiency, she puts them both to work. Steps them forward towards the panels, scans it over the once, looking for the equipment they want, what she needs, and no - they don't know what all these keys do, but she does ( or at least can take a quickly educated guess ), and she urges them quickly and onwards, directly with simple sharp thoughts like they were just programs - in that they seem to be no more than her own thoughts. Direct and clear. Fills them with her memories, her knowledge, her understanding. Though she doesn't exactly explain what it all means, they don't have time.
No, not that - tack, tack, tack go fingers over the keys - if you move that across it ought stop, yes, like that, thank you - , moves Lexa away to hit another button, moves Ilde instead to another panel to brush across another set of equipment quickly to withdraw other information - that file, we'll need that one - and it's a beautiful facility, not what she's used to, but she had an appreciation for the clean set up files and she views them -- slower perhaps than she'd like. But they were only as much as their hands were capable of at the moment.
She presses on like that, constantly, she took the need to get this done quickly as to press over any gentility, and her mind is sharp to what comes up.
Eventually though, there is a pause, and she has them both stop. Luckily it's not exactly strenuous work. ]
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[ It's one second, where she adjusts her vision through them both. Where she draws up into the fullness of herself. It's not so strange for her at least, to look through, to take what they bring up in their minds and devour it - to store it away with a focused sort of hunger. One second to stretch herself through them properly, through their limbs, their veins, their muscles, rolling like waves --
-- and then with sudden gripping efficiency, she puts them both to work. Steps them forward towards the panels, scans it over the once, looking for the equipment they want, what she needs, and no - they don't know what all these keys do, but she does ( or at least can take a quickly educated guess ), and she urges them quickly and onwards, directly with simple sharp thoughts like they were just programs - in that they seem to be no more than her own thoughts. Direct and clear. Fills them with her memories, her knowledge, her understanding. Though she doesn't exactly explain what it all means, they don't have time.
No, not that - tack, tack, tack go fingers over the keys - if you move that across it ought stop, yes, like that, thank you - , moves Lexa away to hit another button, moves Ilde instead to another panel to brush across another set of equipment quickly to withdraw other information - that file, we'll need that one - and it's a beautiful facility, not what she's used to, but she had an appreciation for the clean set up files and she views them -- slower perhaps than she'd like. But they were only as much as their hands were capable of at the moment.
She presses on like that, constantly, she took the need to get this done quickly as to press over any gentility, and her mind is sharp to what comes up.
Eventually though, there is a pause, and she has them both stop. Luckily it's not exactly strenuous work. ]
( We're almost done. )