There's another series of blinks headed her way across the span of his knuckles as he continues to pick at his lip. That mental buzz doesn't waver, but after a moment he drops his hand from his mouth.

"Let me get this straight, huh? So you... want a transmitter to send information you have now out to everyone else in case you die. But you don't just want to tell them what you have now...now?"

It's bewildering. Why not just share the information when she gets it if it might be important?