"Yo, Red Robin!" Punchy's already made himself at home in Programming - and by that, he means he's set up a small camping tent with a series of computers in it and a sleeping bag, so he can sleep at work (and thus avoid his annoying roomie). Also he's shirtless and has half an extremely stale gummi worm hanging out of his mouth, because he's super classy like that.

The goggles are still on, though. Because.

He pokes his head out and waves to Tim. "I think I'm hitting a breakthrough on this SOS shiznat. Froze a bunch of the distress call's code with a recording gig, been looking it over for like..."

He checks his watch. "I don't know, twenty-six hours? Either it's starting to jigsaw itself into sense or I'm mad jacked on sleep dep."