She approaches a program deep in the database, stops at her poetics connected to something that appears to have been conjured back from ancient times.
This time there's no real formality. No, not really, not in her eyes. May I present for your consideration and hopefully for your approval?
No. Her eyes will never be half shut, she thinks, and yet, at this very moment, at this moment of collective thought agreement, she wants to induce in herself a sense of not inheriting her mind from anyone.
She wants them to think she does nothing while they sleep at night.