"Oh, good." Or possibly not, says the undertone in her voice. Telrim tries to focus on working out what to bother taking.

< I'd notice, though. > Or at least Natasha hopes so, if Telrim was the target. < So I could tell you. >

< I'd rather not give him that idea. > Nor is Telrim all that eager to rely on Natasha right now, which isn't helping the human girl's nerves.

She swears to herself as she finds what must be the real meat of the data, the things the sub-visser wanted kept to himself alone. It'll be valuable to them, she's sure - but she doesn't have the clearance to access it. "...This might take a few minutes."