[He could probably read that if he bothered to try—but then he saw the emoticon and decided it wasn't worth it. He's familiar with computers and text messaging, but he's never seen so much garbled bullshit since one of the six-year-old kids at his orphanage was given a bucket full of kana and numbers to screw around before being told to go n' create poetry.

And that, at least, had been cute.]

You tryin' to prove that you're a smart ass or what?

If you know you ain't back home, maybe you could get it through your head that a bunch of people besides you ain't from this world either, and wouldn't know what to make of that number shit you're typing, or how to read it.

And those people are the only ones that can access this network.

[For the most part, anyway.]