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You arrived here before I did, and I know nothing about you. There's somewhere to start.
[She almost sighs, but instead fixes him with the blandest and most condescending look pretty much ever.]
I don't care what you would use it for. Information is a commodity for me, at least until I feel comfortably safe, or at least less threatened by this place. I don't care what you'd use it for. Give me something.