For fuck's sake, she thinks but betrays nothing in her expression. Well, her smile may be growing a little sharper, picking up the slack of the knife on the counter. "Didn't say I'd need an army, with the right intel."

Hard to tell if he actually knows anything useful, though someone this evasive usually has something to hide. Unless he's trying to keep her talking. Tricky little bugger either way. "Fine," she says with a tilt of her head, settling on one last try. "Does your information have a price?"