Kira shrugs: "You're shooting the guy waiting on the message, not even the messenger. Gotta shoot back." Glancing at the screen, he's close enough to make out the words, sitting on the edge of the console. "Who the fuck is Monika?"

And then his eyes trail, because her entry looks pretty corrupted, but the others--don't, quite.

"We just got access to this room," he explains, squinting at the odd hash over certain letters. Full redactions, one corrupt mash of text, and something else. "I think taking a crack at the code is why we found this at all, we're not--we didn't make this. Tilting his head further, he waits, then realizes he's not likely to get more of her attention. "What if shit's not corrupted," he asks. "Tab over to the next list, next iteration--let's see how much it repeats?"