"Oh, a cartoon. You should have prefaced with that." She thinks of dancing octopuses, of colorful commercials, and wraps her arms tight around herself, blinking away the memory. As though even the memory of the encoding might trigger something.

Best to be safe.

"I'll be sure to inform you of my movements in the future, then. Just to be safe.

He's a little taller than you. Brown hair, almost to his shoulders. Broadly built. Prosthetic arm."