"Yeah, me too." All his time is enough time, right? Because that's been his life since he was about fourteen. Maybe younger. So he clicks away, eyes scanning things as quickly as they went by. "Anything, I guess. Backdoors. Coding signatures. A clue of the country of origin. A marker that might give me an idea where we are. Anything that will say what all of this..." He waves a finger around, typing with one hand, indicating all of the land and place above them. "Is."

He keeps going, not looking up. "Also avoiding looking at these lists I've been told about."