[ Ordinarily, he'd have a lion's share of flirting to shoot right back, but they're technically on the job—besides, her challenge seems more fun. He responds with a bark of laughter. ]

You ever hear of sharing? [ Shaking his head, ] Let's worry about tracking down this Blakely bastard first.

[ And bicker about the spoils later. One datapad and tap across a holo-screen later— ] I hear he's taken up shop pretending to be a migrant worker in a square west of here, just waiting out a lull before he can get moving off-moon. Got a flag on a false ID earlier. Guess he's blending in and out of the Company eye—maybe trying to meet a buyer for that info he bolted with.

[ Or maybe he's just trying to make an honest living and life now, but that's not really what they're paid to worry about. Worst case scenario, they'll want to bust him up before any data exchanges hands. ]