Pryde ain't interrogating anyone again, unless I need her to try flirtin' with someone. And I got another agent who can do that and do it better, so uh-uh.
But you might understand why it was she was uniquely qualified to suss the situation out, as it were.
Anyway, thank you for requestin' those files, though god only knows if they'll get here in a timely manner. You've got everything we've got on that flash drive, as far as things go on our end.
Someone'll let you know when it's time to get on the bus and run the extraction. Me, Pryde, A guy named Rogers. One of us.