Anne leaned in close, hoping that the chip could be read by his wrist-comp. If it didn't, she'd have to wait until this place spat her back out to retrieve the information. And she wanted it sooner. Not solely for her own sake, either.
"If it doesn't work, do you think we might find some workable reader at one of the shops in this place?" She met Kurt's eyes, hope in her expression that she wouldn't have shared with many. "I really would prefer, I think, not to wait to return home to find out what is on this chip."