[ Scott's attention flicks from server to drive to the kid, expression nothing short of skeptical and highly unsure, but he leans against the server tower rack, arms crossing over his chest as he considers both implied offer and the clarification. ]

Of course you're not just taking information. Information's useless in a vacuum.

[ He huffs, a soft, frustrated sound but the idea of choice, even if just the illusion of it, is appealing enough. ]

I thought I was already being useful letting you in tonight. But okay, I'm listening.