Well, when it comes to computers, nothing isn't ever truly deleted. People think that it is, but there's always some way to restore it. I'm no computer programmer, but I could always get in touch with one if I have to.

[ See, she's useful. Oh, but she sees that flush of his cheeks. It seems that she'll have the chance for payback as she leans in towards him, pressing her chest against his arm slightly with a slight quirk of her lips in a soft, yet somewhat mischievous grin. ]

So you're giving me permission to sleep on your bed, in your room with you, Hajime?