The way the other acted, calmly eating while another rested on him, made her think more of an accessory than another human, and if he was treating the darker-haired man that way, perhaps she should as well for now. Barnaby started speaking, and she found herself half-surprised, half-quietly relieved. If he had started to believe her, then hopefully, at least, he would not be taking undue risks more than was necessary.

The wording, precise and nearly blunt, made the Digimon give a rare small smile. "I'm glad you found some of it useful," she gave in return, tone even and quiet. "Even if you pick and choose what information you take as truth, the more that you have, the better prepared you are in all circumstances."

A trip to a town, for example. She moved to look out her own window, then added carefully, "Do you know about these trips?"