Togusa shakes his head. Hmm. This isn't making sense. He reaches for his bedside table and grabs the pen and pad of paper.

"So, if you looked at it, the language was there, right?" He draws a few mock-squiggles, things that approximate the language he has seen a few times in Retrospec's work. "I still haven't seen enough to read it on any level."

"But even if you can't read it, a language should still have some kinds of patterns, right? Things that are approximating a word, or, in this case, a command line. Even if you don't know what they mean, you can pick out those patterns, right?" He gestures towards Tatsuo, hoping this gels with some of his training.