Olga returned to the booth to find a markedly changed atmosphere.
The crowd had thinned out considerably, and the remaining people were mostly young men and boys, all milling around the booth, examining and taking pictures of the systems on display.
"Ms. Ford, are there any plans to introduce water cooling blocks for the HellFire and HellBlade systems?" asked a reporter.
Kristen smiled. "They are in the pipeline, but we've chosen to focus on air cooling for now," she replied.
A few teenagers noticed Olga, and approached her.
"Ma'am can I get a picture with you stepping on my throat like how you did to that girl back there?," one of them brazenly asked.
"W-what?" Olga stammered, taken aback by the directness of the question.
"Sorry pal, she's with me. And she's not a model or booth babe, she's a Sirius Software security officer, and that's her uniform," said James, placing his arm possessively around Olga, who blushed furiously.
