[ she nods stiffly and offers then carefully -- there are things that can be done to that end, far, far more than what Lexa knows ( closer to the AI buried in her head ), that Angel is easily capable of.

She spins all recorded memory under her fingers, she weaves herself into mankind's creations and the creations of those things that came before them even. ] I do understand... I suppose I exist out of a similar process. I wish someone had given me so much instruction.

[ Weighs, her tongue pressing at her bottom lip. ] I can do things, more than... I think I can explain to you in easy reference, but I can ensure it lasts ... a very long time.

[ Or at least is so widely dispersed, perhaps one day, her people will find it in time. The galaxy was a big, big place. ]