She hums, short and accepting rather than thoughtful. He doesn't choose his words like a the average businessman. Whatever formality exists, there, it doesn't feel like someone who unironically says terrain. Maybe he's just someone who thinks a lot of their ability to flirt.

"No," she tells him, and it's obvious that she doesn't like that that's the answer. She cups her hand over her eyes and looks out, trying to re-sight the movement he'd spotted earlier. "I know I don't remember showing up here. The computers are locked but whatever this place was, they left all their gear behind. Something doesn't add up."