d e c r y p t .

devna doesn’t hang around bar velo much more than she has to. doesn’t frequent many bars at all. there’s too much talking, for starters, and then there’s the drunks and the people who can’t hold their liquor. she can’t really judge them - she's an incredible lightweight. if she were someone who drank. she would be a one and done, down for the count, call her a taxi and send her on her way. any drinking she’s ever done has been sparse or, at one time, in the safety of a shared dorm room with odessa. she’s not about to change her ways tonight; she’s got a keyboard calling her name and investigations to focus on.

until one of said drunks bumbles into her, splashing his drink on her and pushing her into someone else. with a grimace, devna shoves him off before turning to his secondary victim.

devna is fairly confident she alone could keep the cybercafe in business. the employees all know her face, know she doesn’t talk to them (or anyone for that matter), know she knows more than they do about computers, know to leave her alone from her spot wedged into the back of the cafe with a 12-pack of celsius and a few sandwiches from her parents’ deli. this corner all but belongs to her- everyone else gets directed away from it on the rare chance dev isn’t already there occupying it.

one-handed, she pops the tab on her next celsius without even looking away from her screen - too enraptured in the lines of code therein but not so that she doesn’t see suzu come into the cafe. the security camera mainframe stays up in the corner of the monitor at all times, after all. three am isn’t late for crux heroes by any means, but she doesn’t often get in person visits from any of them.