She was clearly paying attention to something, that much was for certain. "Just needed to get away for a little while," he told her. "Figured now was a good time to get something to eat." He popped a piece of seasoned meat into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
Gathering information she'd said. What kind of information? Well, he decided, the best way to find out was to ask her. She had mentioned something on the network about vandals, but he didn't think she would willingly go off on her own to hunt down criminals.
Maybe.
"So," he said once the meat had been thoroughly chewed and swallowed, "what kind of information are you gathering?" Maybe he could help; it would be a nice distraction.