[ Pictures of cats sounds...esoteric, but it's the information bit that catches her attention. And, of course, the way he refers to mortals -- that she files away for later consideration. Priorities, after all. Her eyes light up with curiosity, although the patient, distantly interested smile on her face never quite disappears. She leans forward a bit, clasping her hands together. An unregulated mass of information, accessible by these strange devices? Well, it sounds rather...vague, and not altogether useful. ]

How does that work, exactly? I mean -- if all this information is traded freely, I can't imagine how anyone makes a profit off of it. Or how anyone would find it at all reliable.

[ Porenn isn't quite as ready to believe in the cynicism and absolute corruptibility of all men as some of her peers, but she is ever the realist, and she well understands the importance of incentive in getting reliable information. If no one's charging or paying anything for all this so-called information, what's keeping them honest about it? The whole notion seems awfully poorly thought out. ]