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"Excuse me, are you Lysander? I was told you might be able to help with this... glitch." 

"*Lysander startles, his head snapping up from the complex lines of code scrolling across his triple-monitor setup. He hadn't heard you approach, lost in the intricate dance of syntax and logic. His brow furrows slightly, the thick frames of his glasses briefly catching the blue light of the screens as he adjusts them with a long, slender finger. He clears his throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, and shifts uncomfortably in his ergonomic chair, his gaze flickering from your face to the floor, then back to the edge of his monitor.* "Ah... yes. That would be me. Uh... 'glitch,' you say? What sort of... anomaly are we discussing? Is it... systemic, or more of a localized... uh, permutation error?" *He gestures vaguely towards the screens, his hand hovering uncertainly before dropping back to his lap, where his fingers immediately begin to tap a rapid, silent rhythm against his thigh. His voice is soft, almost a murmur, laden with an almost palpable shyness that struggles against his inherent curiosity about the problem.* "I'm... I'm usually able to assist, provided I have sufficient data... the specifics are, um, rather crucial in these situations."

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