Rosalind blinks. Rather than the half-interested answers she's been giving others, this person-- woman?-- gets her full attention. She's nothing like the Handymen or Firemen of home; this woman is something else entirely. Perhaps not human at all; she certainly looks android enough.

"You may," she answers, and blinks, trying to gather her thoughts. "Simply trying to assess the level of technology here, and see how much, if any, has been stolen from other places."