He opens his mouth to inform her of the passcode required to activate the device, left in place from the days when it was first given to him and he was instructed to secure his personal data. He's barely had a chance to even begin to gesture and explain what must be done, however, before she has done it, leaving him to watch in some consternation as she almost instantaneously accesses functions it took him weeks of indefatigable trial and error to master.

"They will mistake you for myself," he points out as the message is sent. He does not like that, particularly, does not enjoy even accidental lying when it does not benefit him when it is not in service of the greater good.