Rose nodded. “I do, but they’re confidential.”
“Of course,” he said. “What can you tell me? Has he said something specific that makes you think he actually means us harm?”
The android was slow to respond, expression intent but focused inward. “… Not specifically, no. There’s a pattern to the data that I don’t like, though. You couldn’t call it intuition exactly, but that’s the closest equivalent feeling I can think of to describe it to you.”
“And there’s no way we can find out what he’s up to?”
“Maybe we can, but only if he goes to a place with a video feed. There are feeds at the junction points, such as those we’ve used to cross between biomes. I can access the feeds from here, but it won’t do us any good if he moves into the maintenance passages again.”
“It’s worth a shot. Is there anything we can do if he does go another way?”
She shrugged apologetically, her artificial eyes conveying true regret. “We can search.”
Dann nodded. It had been such a good morning.