Oh, it won't-- [--matter, is what he almost says but his mouth and his mind close around the thought with a sense of surprise, a momentary self-check if frustration. Oh. Right. Nirad frowns thoughtfully and punches the button for the ground floor.]

I don't really know. [Which probably means he should go alonw, doesn't it? But having been presented with the possibility of company, he's a little loathe to give it up now. A moment's consideration, then:] We can just get that information now. I'm sure there's automated security systems and probably some AI in hardware patrolling, but I'm not really sure.

[He shrugs.] That's ok. We'll figure it out.