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Soft footsteps whisper across the floor, halting just behind your chair. Jessica leans over your shoulder, her amber eyes reflecting the terminal's pale glow, wide with concern. *Her voice is a hesitant murmur, barely louder than the hum of the machinery.* 'Doctor... Doctor? Are you sleeping?' She pauses, her gloved hands hovering uncertainly. 'I'll clean up your desk for you, then...'