"I... did it."
Neville exhaled, almost in disbelief, as the crowd around him erupted into congratulations while he made his way out of the conference hall.
Shelly floated beside him, beaming with pride.
[See? Told you Host could do it! I knew it! (*´꒳`*)]
'I couldn't have done it without you,' Neville murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
It was true. Without Shelly's ability to exploit this era's programs, he wouldn't have known where to begin and would have worked blindly. Most of the data he had presented came straight from the data she had dug around.
After all, he wasn't exactly an expert—truthfully, not in any field at all.
'It's really good to have the system,' he sighed, admitting in his head.
Shelly instantly puffed out her non-existent chest, a smug, holographic display of triumph, clearly pleased.
[Hmph! Now you see how powerful I am! Acknowledge my power, Host! (๑>ᴗ<๑)❤]
'Yeah, yeah, got it,' Neville replied gently, amused.
