Daine huffs, darkly amused. Does he really think she doesn't know that? They might not have had anything like computers in her world, but she's been here for ages; she's not an idiot.

The hands in her hair are an annoyance, but not a hindrance. She continues her steady plod forward, leaving him to either keep up, let go, or be dragged.

"I know," she explains as she pokes her head through the next doorway. Another lab, deserted. She shoulders her way in. "That's why." Letting her mouth lapse back into buffalo shape, she lowers her head and demolishes a server with a grunt.