"Outlets eh?" Ford replied and glanced around the room. "There should be one close to the floor on the wall to your right," he said, pointing at a white jack in the wall. "Have you figured out how to connect this thing to other servers then?" he asked, poking at his own journal in front of him that he had been toying with already. He was able to figure out how to do it on his own, but why go to all the effort when this girl seemed to be able to do it already anyway? For all he knew this "Ed" could be the techno guru of Traxamculus XVIII. Not that it really mattered. What he really needed was access to cash and fast, and Ford had a feeling this kid could do it in a snap.