"That's nothing like any sandwich I'm used to," Tris admitted. "There are so many choices of what to put on the bread. How on earth do you decide and not make something that doesn't go together right?"
She looked up at Daryl and gave him a small smile. "You don't have to do that. You don't know if they're tracing where you use your card and trying to decide where you are."
Tris, didn't trust computers or the Council.
"I'm Tris. I've talked to you on the network a couple of times." Yes, she looks younger than her sixteen years and knows it.