When Connie had arrived in Von Oktavia for the World Tour, she had tried every legal means available to her to get at the very least an appointment with the Linkshell Director at MogNet Central. Attempts at scheduling, wheedling, bluster, and even kupo nut bribes had all been met with polite indifference at best and scorn at worst. It had become incredibly obvious that she wouldn't be able to get any information through legitimate means. And as much as a prodigy that Connie was, she wasn't the right kind of genius to hack MogNet in the space of a month. However... one of her new friends might have that kind of completely ludicrous talent at hacking.

When Futaba takes a stretch break, Connie herself gets up and surreptitiously bumps into Futaba. "Um, hey!" she says, smiling ever so slightly fakely before whispering (genuinely whispering, not stage whispering), "How's progress on the crack? Couldn't get any info on my end from MogNet Central. I might be getting paranoid, but they've got to be hiding something considering the name of our linkshell and the level of bureaucratic security preventing anybody from getting any information whatsoever."