Devero's used to being the biggest guy in the room, but this waif of a girl approaching him so slowly makes him feel particularly enormous. He's almost tempted to go down on one knee just so he doesn't feel so much like he's looming.

"My ticket?" He pulls it out of his pocket, where he'd haphazardly shoved it while he was being urged to board the train. He glances from it to her and back, frowning. Maybe the ticket serves as a hard-key to generate a unique network key?

"Into the machine, you said?" He peers at the ICP, finding the slot easily enough. He inserts the ticket. "Like this?"