He nods in answer, picking up his coffee cup. The one or two long sips gave him time to think of what to do. He hadn't actually expected Saul Goodman to find and send someone quite as quickly, no matter what he'd said. Though it was certainly not a bad thing, it left one logistics question... the data. No way it hell he could let her just have a copy of it, not after so many of them got captured...

"If y'been working with AI you probably got some basics on the computer. I'm gonna loan ya a terminal, but gonna have some rules to it. Y'on with that?"