Futaba

Futaba sighs and sits on the edge of a thick reference book on You's desk, her face presenting an expression of undisguised annoyance at being stuck with this form, barely taller than a coffee cup. "I had such a promising lead to follow up on today! Ugh, what a pain..." She complains under her breath to nobody in particular. She shudders restlessly, dreading the dullness of the week ahead before this annoying virus wears off. Futaba looks at the clock in the corner of You's computer screen. There's still two hours left before the shift ends. "I guess I'm lucky that You is nice to me," she mutters, too quietly for anyone to hear. "It sure paid off to have connections in the IT department." She then turns to face You towering above her, who seems to be frustrated with some computer issue. "You, is everything OK?" She asks out of politeness and boredom both.