"It knows shit she don't, that's fer sure," he reaches towards the map and flicks one of the pins, trying to launch it. "Prolly cause of all this stalker spy shit. Don't think it means she actually knows, prolly part of their machine pickin' at our heads, but we can quiz her if we ever get outta here on it."
He looks at the questions with a grin, "That hard t' tell th' truth? Hey hey, pay my price 'nd I'll letcha sit pretty, I'll do the rest of th' puzzle fer ya, geheheh." How? Well you have to pay to find out.
